Pretty birds fly too

Salt-streaked black-lined cool-blooded
Too
What beautiful pupils I see, carved out of a blessed silence
Too
Fragile nails steeped in worn-out intoxication
Pious dreams, don’t you hear? -Pretty birds ready
To fly, and you’ve forgotten about me
Too

Sugar-sweet white-washed no-blooded
Too
Sermons drone, lost the eulogy, ring the dirge
Too
Where are my pretty birds? Shot! -don’t you hear?
Fall fall falling to the ground, see the
Red-lipped black-eyed, oh good-bye good-bye! : that face
The face I used to call mine own oh, oh long ago
Too