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.
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