I was not woken by the rooster
(the chords stay the
Nor by the crows's tough song
But the midnight cry
Of a blood red bird
Brought this sleeplessness on
Threw open the window
Moonlight on a Black garden of thorns
And the cool wind on my sweat
What cries home
Where cries from
A blood red bird lies in the woods
Weeping into dead leaves
With wing thorn and jutting bone
What hand bent it to bust
To be useless