It’s a routine flight for this bird tonight 
there’s more worms than earth 
in the afterlife 
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 
there’s hope

It’s a routine flight for this bird tonight
there’s more worms than earth
in the afterlife
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
there’s hope