You Have to Be So Much Better than You Ever Thought - Empire! Empire! (I Was a Lonely Estate)

I spent one week every summer at Camp Tapico

For every year I was a Boy Scout

The camp felt like an entire separate country

Or as if the rest of the world had disappeared

And we were the only ones left alive

We traveled in packs

We rode our bikes everywhere

About ten or fifteen feet before we reached any destination

I would yell, «Dismount!»

and we would

Swing our bodies over the frame in unison onto the left pedal

And coast to a halt

I felt like a grown up

Or how I imagined one must feel

And I could mostly come and go as I pleased

One summer, sirens blared out over the camp P. A

In a shrill and ugly tone with an infinite refrain

That carried for miles and miles

I had never heard that sound before

Our counselors were panicked and told us

To return to our campsites immediately

My friend Nate and I mounted our bikes and sprinted home

As branches fell all around us

It felt like we were the leads in a video game

And we were too caught up in it to understand we were in any real danger

When we got back, everyone was huddled under the mess tent

Except for Nate’s brother and his friend

Who were stuck in a rowboat in the middle of Grass Lake

During the full brunt of the storm

The adults had to hold Nate back from going out after him

As the pair raced across the water like a glacier or a hawk

We watched from the shore and didn’t feel the pouring rain

Until long after they safely pulled in