Roadkill - Suede

Today I found a dead bird

Crushed into the realbland clay

Brittle bones like snapped twigs

Velvet for the scurrying things

I cross myself, forlorn you lie

Scraped and drossed by the wind

Savaged by the tyres and tossed in the tar

Broken on the English dirt

A carcass for the carrion crow

And for the beaks that peck

Flesh beneath my flesh

Soil beneath my soil

Today I found a dead bird

Blind are the brokers and the unskilled workers

Blind are the brokers and the unskilled workers

Your wings beneath their wheels

Your wings beneath their wheels

Blind are the brokers and the unskilled workers

Blind are the brokers and the unskilled workers

Your bones beneath their heels

Today I found a dead bird