She is singing
In the shower
Lilting and fluttering
As I pack my things
And I think
I have not heard this birdsong
In years
One cage
Cannot keep
Two birds
She is singing
In the shower
Lilting and fluttering
As I pack my things
And I think
I have not heard this birdsong
In years
One cage
Cannot keep
Two birds
Behind the smiling face
Of the University
Is a grinning skullWorms choking its mouth
Gold coins for eyes
Nothing else
Veni vidi vici
Is what the rich
Say of War
Veni pugnavi, morti
Is what the poor do there