there was no bat, man
just the manic
spasmodic
rain of gems
caught up as so many were
some still fell to the pit
you fingered them there
then flicked them away
it's always the night
despite
the light of day
quicker than a bullet
and sharper than a whip
the captain stood tall
as the ****** would fall
because the captain
was destined alone
on that ship
and above the knowing smile
were ever-saddened eyes
take a look
you my find yourself surprised
we were given a blessing
but the hand that gave now took
away
though we can always look
for the american robin
flying back
this way