John Guliak

Lyrics

Ulysses Never Sailed Saskatchewan

sweet yellow songs, clover voices
stir the dust to its feet
the black dunes waltz with the fencelines
where the green shadows drift and swell

stricken hands, emptied of horses
rust brittle cling to the earth
sink slowly with every winter
where the wheat used to stand and sway

and I’m bound
a sea sick weary wonder
see me going under

bent over churches, grey fathers’ homes
allow the wind their hold
walls billow with emptiness
strained planks scream like gulls

big red barn, the last building standing
leans towards its fall
its large doors swinging sadly
like the slow beat of my heart

and I’m bound
a sea sick weary wonder
see me going under