f..cked Up Royal Swan
Feathers collect from the milk and the bones of the dead
Expressions of lives passed away live on in their debt
The journey begins from the tail of a swan at the end
Tributes below colour spaces above and the Sun
The weight of the world is measured in cells
And specks that collect; the foundation compels
The ladders of life to correct and upraise
Reflections of prey charge the predators gaze
Wearing the face of the quarry it takes
The swan shows the blood as a mask on its face
Expressing the the water and milk in embrace, and the Sun
The flames of life extinguish and fire
To impel the distinguished beyond the expired
The spark is renewed as the torch is propelled
The swan song crescendo to bid death farewell
The journey ends with a swan at the top the earth
Facing the sky as the ultimate sum
Of the lives that it chose to survive,
And shine back at the sun
To take the world between your bill/
To leave enough and have your fill
To leave the water but drink the milk to be a royal swan/
To spin the wool with silk to be a royal swan
