Close to the rails

there was that hawkish kinda bird

it was killed by a train

and eaten by bugs and ants and butterflies


So how shall I love you

although I know

you're exactly like me

I look at the sky

and see the floor

I look at the wall

and see the door


There is no



First we killed those
who killed those
we have to kill now
cause we killed
the killers

We're trapped
between the armies

of grinning