a distraught sparrow,
tries to dodge the arrows of heat,
mother nature's ire!

Go little sparrow,
fly with your wings,
make sure you get away
from all the cruelty this world brings;
Fly away,because you can,
you don't want to stay here
and witness the fall of man.
Go away now,
because some people wish to be you,
and they will do anything in their power
to fly away too;
Use your wings little bird,
you have a special gift that can make you heard.
Fly away to neverland,
you needn't come back to this land.

How you always wake me up early in the morning

Standing on the roof of my house while the house sparrows

Chatter among themselves in their sweet frenzied way

Arguing over food, and space and all the other things that

Siblings squabble over



They flutter around and you pay no attention to them

But like Zarathustra on his hillside, you continue to call out

And demand answers with that strange rising intonation at the end

A rising arpeggio of riddles asking of me in the morning-

Who-who, who-who, who?

in that dark room
Of shadowed histories

the Snake smiles,
and raises a glass-
the Blood on his hands
dripping onto clean cloth.

the Sparrow watches on;
Caged in her own regret.
her face is a blank Mask.

the Fawn gazes across a
would-be bright future.
trees and grasses Glow
With promise and dreams.

THEY run the World.
the rest of -us- suffer through;
raised by Hope,
cut down by Snakes.