Being a Mockingbird

And the night it rests like a hammer blow

And breaks the morning it brings

The mad men are down on the crypt floor

Sleeping through their favours and sins

And I trained myself to be hardened

And greet the bird like the day

And I soared to greet lusty gamblings

And I drenched myself in the dusk where they layAnd though I exchanged the dark for the darkness

And I hung the belt from the wing

So the traitors may part with their malice

But I'll remember everythingAnd I gave up myself to the heckles

And I planted the leaf from the book

And I admit I love my romances

The blackbird, the wren, the rookThe church house won't harbour the coffins

But the docks they whittle their ships

And To the pleasure the feast

And the memory and soar of kissing her lips