Carrion Bird

DRILL!

DRILL RIGHT THROUGH ME!

Wide open hole.
A dreaded fissure.
A choked up thrill.
Dead heat.
Blistering cold.
Cold spasm running down
My nuts. Got the guts?
Yeah I got the guts...
Come on!

Iron beak,
Glass body.
Pump the blood
Into the cancer
Of my pumped out chest.

From ribs to ribs, with force.
You drive that point of yours from right to left to right through me!
Shake!
Make me shake!
You will...
Shake and spare!
Despair? Yeah I despair...
And you
You will spare no fallen...
Spare no fallen will.

So fly
Fly all the way back
To my secluded childhood.
Stand atop the tree branches
In that garden where I called
Myself one true…

You sing...
And I...
Give myself away
And I
Keep myself away

Talons deep in my shoulders
And you...
Rise me high
And you
Keep me high

So high...

My carrion bird!

Carrion bird
Atop Chiron’s shoulder.
Wings wide open.
And you drop me so still.
Stiff? Yeah I'm
Quite the corpse.
And I don’t have pennies in my eyes…

STILL!

STILL RIGHT THROUGH ME!