Bowerbirds La Denigracion
Were comin out again, comin right out with our swords,
With a swing and a miss, and a belly full of bricks,
We lay heavy on the Earth, tethered to our words,
And try so hard not to stutter, though I dont know what for.
And each one has eyes in the honest places,
But will turn wonder into weeds.
Stab me in the back
