Blood Red Bird
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I was not woken by the rooster
Nor by the crow's tough song
But the midnight cry of a blood red bird
Brought this sleeplessness on
Threw open the window
Moonlight on a black garden of thorns
And the cool wind on my sweat
What cries home
Where cries from
A blood red bird lies in the woods
Weeping into dead leaves
With wing torn and jutting bone
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What hand bent it to bust
To be ueseless
What hand I could have done it
With two fingers
A blood red bird
A blood red bird
We can continually sink into each other
Just deep enough to rip out a bit more flesh
When we move away
A scarf of skin trailing out behind
Like an arrow
I was only passing through
A blood red bird
A blood red bird