The Black Bird

My covered darkness is a suit of red 

like the blood that flows from your wounds. 

That mixture had to be 

from the Tree,  

for leaves fall to the ground and decay. 

I see the world reward the worm that turned on you 

and laugh as it meets the fire.  

It's time to change my suit. 

As I fly south for the heat, 

I am puff-up with pride. 

I will become white like the snow 

and fool the people with my smile. 

One good man down and more to know. 

You want to fly with me?