The lark and the bird catcher

Hook:

Be glad with what you

Have x 6



Verse 1:

Turning and burning

In the widening fire

The lark cannot hear

A catcher;

Things fall apart

The center cannot

Hold;

The lark caused mere

Anarchy paused fear

Watching trees bark bounce

Off each leave, lark pounce

A dog bark a smug

Scoff by the owner

Of a house an entire

City burning while

Breach a peach skinned

Man looks

Forward scoured a coward

Turns with a broken net

The best lack all conviction

While the worst are full

Of passion, intense

Some revelation at hand



Verse 2:

Slow walks talks

All about it

Reel shadows of

Indignant dark birds

Linguistics and pragmatics

Made darkness

Drop again

I know that centuries

Of stony sleep were

Vexed to nightmares

Cradled too rocky

Keep that sphinxs hour

Thinks to come

Around at last

Towards bethleham

To be born again a

Destructive deconstructive

Beast is our jesus

Thorns on head

The man and his dog

Brutally martying the

Catchers individuality

The sphinx speaks the

Dog implodes in the

Sphinxs maws

The man drops his

Jaw down to the ground

Both of his baws

Found between his legs

The sphinx stops chewing

She stares and spares

The man as he self loathes



Hook:

Be glad or the heavens

And hells will bring a

Dryspout upon us x4