the Nightingale rests on a tree
My heart leaps when I look and see
The beautiful bird sings and calls
My soul to worth from mankind’s fall
Sitting in the grass I listen
His eye pierces me and glistens
Perched he was: with a leap he flies
I grabbed my gun and shot his eye
I plucked the bird naked, (g
utting him clean,
liver and splee
Sprinkling his skin with spices and
I cooked him on the grill
and stuffed my belly to the fill.
Of the guts and leftovers
I tossed to the Vultures.
I was told the bird has powers to sooth the soul,
like chamomile to the belly
or a bullet to my ex, Shelley.
After swelling my stomach
and undoing my button,
I vomited up the absurd.
Such stories of this Nightingale to sooth
is based upon ( ).
But oh what a luscious bird.