You know that gun
I say
When it is quiet
The one you think is a risk
It is a calculation
I whisper
To myself
An adventure
Bird man smiles
As if he hears
At the top of the hill
He knows
His pink t shirt
Does not hold off the cold
His adventure
Burning like ice
Onto his tall lean chest
Magpie feather
The world has to turned to rust
Since I've been away
The same but changed
I whisper
To myself
We will sit on pins and powder
And wait
This is temporary
We must not settle in
We must not
I tell Alice
As she sleeps
So tired
Curled around the little gun
We will wait
Until the feathers fall
And the sky turns blue
We will wait
Until the calculation fades from the chalk board
And we can reclaim our adventure
Again
whisper
smile
hold hands
orange
magpie feather
we are scared
we are scared
we are scared.
