Only the Birds

It finds the veins

the stretch of road from your heart

to your brain

It finds the veins

feeding sunlight down the back of your legs

you're rooted now

What have you become

only the birds know what you've done

you're rooted now

you're rooted now

Your twisted fingers breathe

from your nails grow the leaves

but not of green

What have you become

only the birds know what you've done

you're rooted now

you're rooted now

So throw your head back and

open your mouth

your thickened spine comes rushing out

choke as it grows

you won't miss breathing

your lungs mean nothing now

your heart is a useless knot

the sun has forgotten

All for the birds

all for the birds

only the birds know what you've done

they feed your secrets to their young