Shrike

I couldn't utter my love when it counted

Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now

And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted

Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now

Words hung above, but never would form

Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn

Remember me, love, when I'm reborn

As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

I'd no idea on what ground I was founded

All of that goodness is going with you now

Then when I met you, my virtues uncounted

All of my goodness is going with you now

Dragging along, follow in your form

Hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn

Remember me, love, when I'm reborn

As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

I fled to the city with so much discounted

Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now

Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted

Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now

I was housed by your warmth, thus transformed

By your grounded and giving and darkening scorn

Remember me, love, when I'm reborn

As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn