Brown Bird
nothing left
thereâs nothing left of this day
thereâs nothing left of this town
our time has ceased with such sorrow
thereâs no one left here to mourn
thereâs nothing left of this day
outside there cry wolves in the night
dark with their howls all around
weâll just lie here clothed in our sheepskin
trying to pretend thereâs no harm
itâs a cold twist confined
to the courage of a catalytic heart and mind
over Godâs cry and goatâs godâs goodbye
and I am bloodying the garment
of a ghost inside
making damn sure the body doesnât die