Solstice

A little crow, it came to me and asked What to do with the snow. We tried and tried to sweep it clean. The cold, it continued to blow. An old friend has since grown to something A little less kind. The crow, who knows, but as for me, I'm stuck with what he left behind. An oil slick bag, that's made of words You can't take back. With feathers choked around my Throat. See, dummy, it seems your nest I raise, I'm breathless As I think about how this corpse will Release I should have known it by now. Corrupts quickly. The cats have seen me. Rattlers loud, snakes hissing, Bodies turn the ground. The curtain calls a little too real right now. They are rushing and pushing and stretching for Lights out, curtains Down. All right. Speak Sharp and violent. We plead your lips quiet. We say be a good bird and sing. The embers in timbers, they wait for December and We know the fire they'll bring. We speak sharp and violent. We plead your lips quiet. We say be a good bird and sing. Dark here. It's happening Now. I don't have a use for the name that They give me Now they are rousing and pushing And screaming for the lips that love me. The lips that adore The eyes that lie awake. The eyes they buy wake. And