The Bird

you do not know me and never
will bones you have thrown
me and blood ive spilled it
will be better i do not know
you bring me dead birds and
then you go you and don't
want me make me and might
oats you have sown me at
needle point it will be bet-
ter i do not know you bring
me dead birds and then you
go and it sounds like all our
lives and it sounds like you
do not know me and never
will bones you have thrown
me and blood i've spilled.