A Skylark Cries

I stand under the statue of liberty Counting the red pennies I stand diminished of all my properties Even my history. I am watching skylarks sky diving for bread They all have long black wings And they cry awfully, some say no one sings Again. It's rap instead. But what I heard had neither rhythm or art And made my pennies fall. Towering above me, on a cold, dak wall Things just falling apart. I stand under the statue of liberty Its massive, iron breast Stilled, as the shrieking skylarks dive and digest Crumbs of cold charity. The birds still crying as the boats go pass The statue turns green, livid green, green as grass.