We Hovered With Short Wings
Vic Chesnutt
We hover with short wings
Over the hillock hillcrest
Our breath like radiation
Glowing, showing bones
Glowing, showing bones
With much bellowing and roaring
A change of directioning
We wrench a route
Dumbfounded at our wretched mouth
A hungry, hungry awful hunter
Hot breath, his cane upon you
The old guard plays pattycake
With the edgy conferee
Over with the edgy conferee