text: Youll recall from the sagas, I hope, Grettirs last stand at Drangey
  How his grip on his sword made his enemies cut off his hand
  If hed fled here instead and had tasted this terrible coffee
  Or read these letters you sent, hed surrender and lay the blade down
  And its Halloween
  Skinny ghosts dress like cowboys and rest
  At the railing by my door
  On their way from the childrens ward
  Bev Monro and his Pembina Valley Boys play at the party
  And I practice my English on nurses: Oh, thats a nice name
  And they may ask for mine, but the burns on my back from the x-rays say I shouldnt show anyone anything ever again
  In another year
  Ill be buried or shivering here
  Coughing at that gray spittoon
  Painted orange by the harvest moon
  Pack up mothers clothes
  Drive her down to the new Betel Home
  Sell the boat to Arnason, and then go
  Stand up straight
  In the place youre longing for
  And dont write to me anymore