Thorin N. Tatge
To "The Swallow Song" by Joan Baez
Sit trembling quietly and listen to the theme
As creatures built like feathered balls
Come soaring high above, careening toward your home
And take great pleasure as it falls
There is no sorrow like the popping of the pigs
No sound more fearsome than their cry
There is no power like their kamikaze flight
To spoil your crown and black your eye
Do you hear the scoring of a hundred thousand points?
Do you hear the crash of glass and stone?
Do you hear the angry birds slinging through the night?
Do you hear the creak with which they're thrown?
And will the falling eggs destroy all you have wrought?
And will explosives fall like rain?
And will they come back in pursuit of further stars
play the level yet again?