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Written by: Marcia G.
Recited by: David Electric
Music composed by: Mana Junkie
Recited by: David Electric
Music composed by: Mana Junkie
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Lyrics
A murder of crows, knobbly, clever picnic feet,
skittering vermillion on crackled blacktop,
picking the carcass clean,
a complicated surgery, intent tweezers
like mother, rationing the flesh carefully for soup,
damp, oily feathers, obsessively arranged,
will pull down rain to sanctify the corpse,
then scatter on virginal breezes
as feathers of the dead ought, my brother.
But look, you are dead and your skeleton still useful
to my body’s purposes,
victoriously uplifting the succulent eyes
to tumble down my throat like pregnant jewels;
you are macabre,
but who has the right to say that,
stacked against the pier of one last day/hour/week,
for here I am,
radiant, bleached…princely.
skittering vermillion on crackled blacktop,
picking the carcass clean,
a complicated surgery, intent tweezers
like mother, rationing the flesh carefully for soup,
damp, oily feathers, obsessively arranged,
will pull down rain to sanctify the corpse,
then scatter on virginal breezes
as feathers of the dead ought, my brother.
But look, you are dead and your skeleton still useful
to my body’s purposes,
victoriously uplifting the succulent eyes
to tumble down my throat like pregnant jewels;
you are macabre,
but who has the right to say that,
stacked against the pier of one last day/hour/week,
for here I am,
radiant, bleached…princely.
ShadowofNine
Poem, nice backing...Edgar A. Poe would really dig this...I do...