Bird

This way little bird
You've tainted all the seeds of your world
Sewed and ripping out
A line falls down

You've travelled now your tamed
Tasting all the tears you've made
Legs like sticks
You're the beat
Of a thousand wings
Stretching out through all my dreams
No more
No more
No more

This way little bird
Window bleach to barren bane
Brushes out to clear my name no more
No more

Were it not for jones
I'd have orphaned long ago
But he permeates from everyone
Brevity like lacewing on
Your ardent summer lawn