By Prayer & P. Mortuus
Rabid and mocking, bye bye birdie
it’s taut beak protruding in an ugly manner;
feathers grease-slick; crimson syrupy voice
it cawed me a greeting; a vulture to fragility.
Nestled between mother nature and Heaven,
warm during the Summer, and frozen by October.
Senses sharp as a sparrow, heart like ember,
mind racing up the mountains but can't get over.
A bird's feather taps on my shoulder.
It flew south, so elegant yet obscene
perched upon Charon’s shoulder;
nestled soul deep within its womb.
Bye bye birdie;
I drunk myself ignorant; my senses dulled
I thought I heard a caw
and me knees weak lost their will.
The wind blows Mary, but Spring fears nobody,
as the reaper retires, his sorrow kills a chickidee.
It's wing-span narrow, twitching as it lays, dying,
the sight is overwhelming, shall I end it's misery?
Or watch as the Phoenix begins to weap?
The sun falls short, hiding behind Mount Everest,
playing peek-a-boo with the creatures of tonight.
Ready to blind them at any moment,
or maybe he wants to guide them to a better life?
One that'll rejoice them with nirvana's light.
Next to the fallen spirit -- a symbol of essense,
I wonder how such beauty could've wasted away.
Her crystal eyes glazed over by frightful memories,
mocking, and silenced on our Anniversary day.
'Til death do us part, my lover bird, fly with Grace.
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