Blood Red Bird

I was not woken by the rooster

Nor by the crow's tough song

But the midnight cry of a blood red bird

Brought this, this sleeplessness on

Threw open the window

Moonlight on a black garden of thorns

And the cool wind on my sweat

What cries home, where cries from

A blood red bird lies in the woods

Weeping into dead leaves

With wing torn and jutting bone

What hand bent it to bust, to be useless

What hand I could have with two fingers

A blood red bird, a blood red bird

A blood red bird, a blood red bird

We can continually sink into each other

Just deep enough to rip out a bit more flesh when we move away

A scarf of skin trailing out behind

Like an arrow, I was only passing through

A blood red bird, a blood red bird

A blood red bird, a blood red bird

A blood red bird, a blood red bird

A blood red bird, a blood red bird