| Song | Axons and Dendrites |
| Artist | Shipping News |
| Album | Flies the Fields |
| In the sky, a pepper shade of light burns brightest | |
| Millions of jet black eyes blinking over the buttocks of Nebraska | |
| They are an iris-shaped cell that won’t let you live without being alive | |
| Hope for warm bodies | |
| In the nerve spans a tunnel, three 1971 humans | |
| Omaha, Lyon, Omaha, Lyon | |
| They hover, they are helicopters that shave the shale-like atrophy off a jack-hammer heart | |
| Up on the ridge, an upended Hemingway-like Himalaya | |
| A cardiac crest that trusts and coils, swirls | |
| Over car alarms, stray dogs, plastic bags, implosions, and cold bodies | |
| Hope for cold bodies |
| In the sky, a pepper shade of light burns brightest | |
| Millions of jet black eyes blinking over the buttocks of Nebraska | |
| They are an irisshaped cell that won' t let you live without being alive | |
| Hope for warm bodies | |
| In the nerve spans a tunnel, three 1971 humans | |
| Omaha, Lyon, Omaha, Lyon | |
| They hover, they are helicopters that shave the shalelike atrophy off a jackhammer heart | |
| Up on the ridge, an upended Hemingwaylike Himalaya | |
| A cardiac crest that trusts and coils, swirls | |
| Over car alarms, stray dogs, plastic bags, implosions, and cold bodies | |
| Hope for cold bodies |