Lonelily by Damien Rice

albeit

feathers come and feathers go
(the

ghost birds lurk

in places
outside windows, before mornings)
and

you go.

the past

gurgles up, tepid water
(empty cages)

too much food

and a
bath  /

the feathers come. (the water

sits alone, waiting
for you while

others sing

and flutter by, but silently
i creep)

they go.