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