Leave

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 don't know but why suppose

'Cause 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, you leave

It's a routine flight for this bird tonight

There's more worms than earth in the after life

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 and 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 know but why suppose

It's not the way it should be

When you can squawk and wait for a word from above

And change yourself into something you love when you leave?

You leave, you leave