Rooks

when the rooks were laid in piles

by the sides of the road

crashing into the aerials

tangled in the laundery line

and gathered in a field

they were burned in a feathering pyre

with a cold black eye

when the swallows fell from the eaves

and the gulls from the spires

and starlings in the millions

will feed on the ground where they lie

the ambulance men said there's

nowhere to flee for your life

so we stayed inside

and we'll sleep until

the world of man is paralyzed

Oh the falcon heir awakes

to the sound of the bells

they're heading southbound

they're leaving it alive

and each empty cage just rings

and is heard like a bell

underneath these cold stars

and this troubled night

and the cries of man

let the kingdom come to nigh

let this dream be realized