Via Rail

There was a bird

who with the absence of words took flight

to the end of the sea and the finish line of the earth.

She perched atop the corner of the world and built three nests.

One of gold, one of silver and one of clay.

She took a breath, and she let it out

She took a sigh, then she cried out

There is much that I shall bear!

There's a strong chill in the air again.

In the nest of gold she cleansed her coat daily.

In the nest of silver she brought back her food

to save and consume.

In the nest of clay she laid her eggs

and eventually bore children,

and she waited and waited and waited...

On the day the fires came

the nests of gold and silver melt in a

lucid river rushing to the sea

while the nest of clay withstood the heat.

Amen

The nest of clay was forged for eternity atop the corner of the world,

while the ocean floor was now covered in gold, silver, and sand.

So build a house of clay and never ever, ever, ever underestimate

what the dead can do for the living.

If you listen closely you'll hear the harmony of

every man and woman who's passed away

You better believe it's a song for the living.

There's a daunting task ahead

There are snowflakes in our eyes again

With such a strong chill in the air

Can you tell me, tonight where will we lay our heads to sleep

Just sleep.