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'Do you mean the attack is routine?'

 A bird asked of a bird

 'In this context, a concave nest,

How do we learn to hurt?'

'Do you mean there's no variation?'

 Watching a dog charge a flock of birds

Exploding in congregation

'Why plan; when we stop?'

'I dunno... but why suppose

 It's not the way it should be?

 When you can fly above

The great waiting list,'

 As the crow implies,

 'We won't be missed,

 We can leave.'

It's a routine flight for this bird tonight

There's more worms than earth in the afterlife

Where the blind feed the blind,

 Whispering things like 'On the money' and 'Bullseye'

She picks up the little leaves

Where human wrecks are left to seed

Left to repaint their deities

 And plaster away at their villainies

 Where there's love, there's hope

 'And do you hope those earthbound poets

 Could learn to sing as good as us?

So we can sit back and enjoy our illusions

And our quietus?'

 'Well I don't know... but why suppose

 It's not the way it should be?

 When you can squawk

And wait for word from above

 And change yourself into something you love

 When you leave?'