Like a cartoon, your green time-feathers Fly away behind you and fade into the clouds. I see you cut my sky, you invading eagle, You false seagull, slicing the canvas in silence. I watch you fall, leaving scars.
A bell tolls some number of times, Someone walks to a more convenient point B. Meanwhile you split up our news and views with poison; You make unwanted empty comic strips of things.
The way you are does not make me happy. Sew the sky, saw it, I watch you fall, Leaving scars, Flashing red.