The greenlee hunter fae th’
Canopy above
Drops doon in silent malice.
Fair game we ur all.
Our necks, th’ tender spot.
Snakes like rain
Drop doon upon us
Death rattle an’ th’ mortal scream
Waves at oor feet, nae a grain
O’ sand reminds me o’ home.
Th’ air is howfin’ o’ rotting things
that hae washed upon th’ shore
Th’ air ishowfin’ o’ rotting things
Of t’e deid an’ dying beyond th’ tree line.
Silent eyes o’ th’ hunter
aglow even in th’ dark
Silent, movin’, curious
About th’ streenge hairy beings
We mus’ be
Night sounds, sometimes silence
Will th’ next sound I hear
be th’ gurglin’ of me slitted throat?
Whaur was tha’ warm breeze
I felt all th’ weary night,
or th’ rhythm awe th’ night wings
flyin through th’ faurest trees?
Or th’ name tha’ I cried faur
When I was lost in th’ dark?
Canopy above
Drops doon in silent malice.
Amused by our innocence Fearful o’ what we have brought.
