Death is all that I see when I'm looking, all that I know as true, all that I understand. |
-Bird of Night- by Keaton Foster Above Below Bird of night Again There you go Upon the wind Downward friend Towards an end Just as it seems Just as happiness Convinces us That we All have a chance Again you appear Letting us know All too clear There is no chance None at all We are doomed Mired by our truth Stuck right here Upon pavement Watching you rise Admiring your fall Wonder all the while What could it mean Could it be anything else Or just what I suspect How could this be Is where I’m often left Bird of night Seen in bright day Wings of pain Spread out wide Black pools for eyes Raining down demise I am right here Again circumventing Waiting It’s not quite my turn In fear I’m forced to predict Those so close Must go first Those so adored Are taken away Some are strangers Others not so much All are loved By one or many others All are needed But such pronounced needs Concern you least of all Doing your part Playing your role The consummate professional All creatures Mortal bastards such as us Should expect nothing less Above Below Bird of night There you go Upon the wind Downward friend Each trip you make Nothing do you waste Each time you retrieve What death has commanded Each time you return Back from the clouds Back from beyond the heavens The effort to do either one For you Has become balanced An equal madness of sums An eye for an eye And a life To meet its death All beginnings Are meant to cease Bird of night Swallowing up air As you land so very near As you retrieve What without question You alone were sent I see you there I know why While so many others don’t… Bird of Night Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |