blackbird

the little speckled dots
black blood on violet skin
cracked and dry now
weather-kissed
this swollen flesh
that cold still heart
out in the leaves and the light
food for the worms
the birds
and the other creatures besides
none of this is feared
there is sadness for the passing
but that’s okay too
there are better places to be
there are better places to be
and the moon will still grow
thin then fat then gone
in loving celestial sympathy
the sky will still bleed
silent and voluminous
until that creeping shroud hides it all
the stars will still call
call for their son;

you were only waiting
for this moment to be free.

blackbird fly
blackbird fly
into the light
of the dark black night.

blackbird

Raz Solo

Macquarie Park, Australia

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Something I felt inspired to write after listening to this song on repeat about a billion times :)

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