Light was bare across the bog
As autumn air withdrew,
Yarn and figbits scattered in the
Wind as well.
The way in which the sparrows fell in
To their nettle roosts,
The yews pursued but
Could not catch their eggs.
So the leaves they curled open
About me like burning muscle, as I
Thought I caught a glimpse of shadows
Crawling over the fog,
Like a quiet cankerworm
Sliding underneath skin.
The following adage began to
Run around my mind -
Hell's roof is God's ground and
God's ground is mine.
I cast the roach I inhaled back
Into a passing creek,
I locked into it's current,
Before I could find the key,
They'd me stretched, frenzied, bollocksed,
Spasming like spastic fish,
With your supper of milk and
Double whiskey and red,
To roll my eyeballs 'round.
♪
Lain long,
Birdsong,
Lain long,
Bird.
He's making for the sliding dunes,
He melts with the new harvest,
Flocking flies approaching
For his body's not yet compost.
Regurgitating heather so that
Only muck remains,
Sliding to the hills
From whence he first came,
The heft of a bull smothered in larvae.
A lucid flight of morning rain uh
Rises and cries and pelts us,
Rolling winds about the stables
From the cobbles come,
Endless ends of jarvey rope will
Twist like Indian weed,
Whipping only wind and not a
Horse's smalls again.
It certainly,
Is a sight to see,
A million
Hatchlings
Outed,
Dripping from the trees amidst
The smell of sizzling crust,
There's not a yew in Aghadoe
Could catch the falling slop,
It comes between the twigs
To greet the ground.
It comes between the twigs
To greet the ground.
Now I know, I know
What was that sound,
Made me twist my bones
And turn around.
♪
Lain long,
Birdsong
Laid long
Bird song
Ooo
Oo, oo oo