Moonface
Shit-Hawk in the Snow
Watching seagulls in the blizzardMakes me see how much I miss herMakes me wish for ignorant blissBut I still know where my home isNot unlike a shit-hawk in the snowEngorged on portions of lightSmoking cigarettes like it's 2003You watch her wipe the plate cleanAnd you see that the plate is the seaAs she lay down the mountainAnd it will hypnotize youUntil the sacrificial animalThat you fashioned out of clayAs an offering that she may carry you homeGives up its details to the duskAnd looks like any other rockAccepting crow feathers from the nightAnd it will hypnotize you
From Letras Mania