out in the woods beyond the fields in a cottage made from tin lives a man and with his lathe he would carve the faces of people he knew on the shore of people that he knew before he surrendered himself to the trade fell in love with the ones hed create twas the woodcutters son he fiddled away with the friends that he made then hed place them on the shelf one by one giving them names of distant places where he had experienced love from ones had no memory of from ones he had known long ago whose cradles and lamp stands hed known twas the woodcutters son