Yearning for your eloquence,
the trials of a simpler day
described by eyes and mind,
voiced so perfectly.
Receding underground,
almost performing from backstage.
We heard your call
from miles around
and we came.
Bird man,
your wings spread wide
and covered us.
They carried you
on higher winds.
Bird man,
you showed us
glimpses of the end
and how our story begins.
With a smile
to mock the Devil,
a hint of Sulphur
your cologne.
A glass of wine
of subtle aging,
tasting painful notes
of losing home.
Quick of wit,
but slow to violence,
even though
that’s how you won your throne.
All I hear these days
is silence
and it makes me miss you more.
Bird man,
in your aviary castle
you reside.
No peace amongst
insanity outside.
You grip the love
and hold the gun
and live your life,
while we all
struggle ’til we die.
Bird man,
what is shit
and what is art?
Do you have the heart
to help us tell
the world apart
from the hell
we’re bound to start?
Bird man,
let me listen to your song.
Bird man,
we’re gonna miss you when you’re gone.
HG – 2021
