"Do you mean the attack is routine?"
A bird asked of a bird
"In this context, a concave nest,
How do we learn to hurt?"

"Do you mean there's no variation?"
Watching a dog charge a flock
Of birds exploding in congregation
"Why plan, when when we stop?"

"I dunnobut why suppose
It's not the way it should be?
When you can fly above the great waiting list,
As the crow implies we won't be missed,
We can
Leave
We can
Leave
We can
Leave"

It's a routine flight for this bird tonight
There's more worms than earth
In the afterlife
Where the blind feed the blind,
Whispering things like;
"On the money" and "Bullseye"
She picks up the little leaves
Where human wrecks are left to seed
Left to repaint their deities
And plaster away at their villainies
Where there's love
There's hope

"And do you hope those earthbound poets
Could learn to sing as good as us?
So we can sit back and enjoy our illusions
And our quietus?"

"Well I don't nowbut why suppose it's
Not the way it should be
When you can squawk and wait for word from above
And change yourself into something you love
When you
Leave
When you
Leave
You leave?"