I broke a wheel trying to get up to you
On this tangled wire of road
This time the omen is neither
Hoot nor crow
It's the dark whistle of our abode
Maybe this house is no destination
I leave my shoes on all the time
I put my head through the wall again
I wrecked our home
I wrecked my spine
I heard the sound all above me
Wings cutting air like swinging rope
The thing was trying to get across to me
Something I didn't want to know
A caw is something like a handsaw
All dark and oily, Feathered Crow
All is silent but for the jump rope
Oh
We had our wine and we are
Drunk again
All fall-bright white sun and coloured groves
Fermented fields all in tangled flight
They hover low; we're all aglow
But these days went as they always go
The weather bowls and the sap slows
All bright white snow and the
Long old night
And the sky is pale against the crow