Rabbit’s moon
Hangs abandoned like a ruin
Our house a tomb
Swallows nest in the corners of the children’s rooms
Will soon be flying back to roost
All too soon
We’ll all be flying back to roost
Brother, oh your eyes
Their ragged light is bright enough to blind
Plunge your taloned hands into the fire
Pull out your sons
Pull out your daughters
A three‐legged crow
Called to the people down below
Flying low
Heavy with the burden of a secret only gods can know
Power is too dangerous to hold
Stars will glow
Hot and bright and close.

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