Go back to sleep my angry child
And when you do dip your beak
Into the holy water and fly wild
In clouds that can never be
These shadow plays will soothe you
Or at least confuse you, and pondering
The narrative will cut through you
Oh angry child, daylight break is sundering
And all lost ghosts will find their roost
Among the rafters of the houses left
When all the birds return to cut them loose
And my little bird, you are still bereft
But in these long nights the holy water comes
Wake in spurts, sweating, hearts like beating drums