Blackbird from Coalmine by The Woes

The salesman he falters
"I was brought here by fury" says he
Followed four big birds in the sky
Which led him to water
Gold wired to his tongue
Stolen from one he swore would remain unnamed,
He bathed.

Sometime before, Mary of the soft brown hair
The coal black of her eye
Oh he'd come unto her
All through the night
Alongside a crow eyed girl, possessed of slim fingers
Standing o'er the body of a lark
The one said she was a widow
Mary said "That's nothing unique"
The were children in the bushes, eyes glowing sand and sky
He crossed his fingers three times
And when asked what he'd come for he pointed at his mouth
And shook his head

O'er the body of a lark
Sand and sky
Drown dead
He bathed

• American
• Experimental
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• bluegrass
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• Brooklyn