Animal Skins in Dry The River

At the bottom of our rotten
Boat there is a lake.
Things with many limbs are creeping
Round my teenaged legs.

Late October, old wives' summer,
I'm all arms and legs.
Spread out like an adolescent
On my shallow bed.

So, with animal skins around us,
We go home.
Home we go.

With animal skins around us,
We go home.
Home we go.

With animal skins around us,
We go home.
Home we go.

With animal skins around us,
We go home.
Home we go.