i’ve seen what they make of you
how they render you a multiplicity
they have undone me as well
pulled back my shell and feasted
on my flesh
claimed it was for their survival
and they wonder why I only show my face
every seventeen years
you’re lucky if they let you live that long
i could teach you some things, you know
have been playing this game since before
you knew what breath was
this here is prehistoric
why you think we fly?
why you think we roll in packs?
you think these swarms are for the fun of it?
i would tell you that you don’t roll deep enough
but every time you swarm they shoot
get you some wings, son
get you some wings
by Clint Smith