a silly poem
Roughly conditioned air spilleth out
From o’er the vents off yonder
Upon whence the flow’s interrupted
By ambition of thou and the size of thee
Toss’d from the towering perch
Once named thy home
Thine lord hast wept as you shattered bone,
Bone upon bone as thou crashes to flooring,
Meat-stuff fling’d without reck,
no rem’dy, no care,
Thine hope hast been lost,
Abandoned, ye entered:
The grave of the loved