Death Wish - Bowerbirds

Now I know your light.

I know myself.

I still don’t know much else.

You race toward the future.

I’m slow as a kettle.

And we waltz on a tilted world,

torn socks and all those frills.

Your gait like a mares is,

and mine like a drunk sailor

fumbling towards a dark future.

And what are we doing now in a world, a world half broken?

going through half, just half of the motions?

nd what makes a man, you ask?

Strong limbs or his featured cap?

Well, I just say none of that.

Surely it’s you because I had a death wish

A call card to a dark abyss.

I choked in a gasp of it,

and then I found you, such a brave swimmer.

And you pulled me with you.

And where are we going now in a world, a world half broken?

Back to the ocean, back to the open ocean.