Secretary Bird Eggs
Darkness falls. I have no friend.
Bite me like I'm buttered toast.
Come to Mommy in the end.
See the shades of day descend.
I am a guess about a ghost.
Darkness falls. I have no friend.
In the blender all things blend.
I leave my faint. I, unlike most,
come to. Mommy, in the end,
intends the things I too intend.
Lightnessfalls I have (a host);
darknessfalls I have. No friend
forsakes me, for I've none. I tend
too many rabid sheep. I boast.
Come to Mommy. In the end
all must burn the cloth they mend.
Fly the flag of Barbary Coast.
Come to Mom, me, inn, the friend,
darkness, falls. I have no end.
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