Black blood drools
From the bleeding rooster
The tip of its beak
Lets feelings become super.

Etched in blots
Eternally a stone
Mighty soundless arches
Held up by keystone.

"Well?" flap volumes
Attract a foolish stare
"Can you find within me-
A jagged set of stairs?"

Close the cover nigh
And think about the pen
A dusty fellow punkin' head
Speaks through the bleeding hen.