hooded hawks in the night
perched on city stoops
still as silence in the dark
killers of the avenue
the tempest bird with his shrill
is blinded by his broken will
the quiet scream of death
ignites the oil sky
creations songs
the people switch their menace faces
like pigeons in feeding circles
that are the same in all places
with cynical eye a hooded hawk swoop
deadly descent into garbage and soot
and the quiet scream of death
ignites the oil sky
i am lost and forgotten
falling from the sky
like a hooded hawk
in the night
waiting to die
i am lost and forgotten
falling from the sky
like a hooded hawk
in the night
