All Bones

on his knees in the moonlit field he prayed far enough from the house so no one could see on his knees in the cold hayfield don't let her leave me alone here father god she says I'm a bad husband worse father and she sits in finery there pointing that finger shouting there's no pleasing her father god I've only you to talk to in my shame I'm a hard worker but I can't love a woman who is all bones