May-May (Another Survivor of Flankers)

May-May, you left the sparse land So clean Amputating even the shadow Of your dry footstep That once seduced The interrupted door I looked but never saw The phoenix in your heart For all I heard was quacking ducks And had no schooling in feathers So did not separate you From the frightened flock I wish you all the best Wherever now you flush the past And freeze the present Until tomorrow becomes just another today Piling up the memories we put away And wearing the bag Where we keep the bones and lungs The doctors have cut and left I pray for you That there will be no cycle of the ass