Vic Chesnutt
We Hovered With Short Wings
We hover with short wings
Over the hillock hillcrest
Our breath like radiation
Glowing, showing bones
Glowing, showing bones
With much bellowing and roaring
A change of directioning
We wrench a route
Dumbfounded at our wretched mouth
A hungry, hungry awful hunter
Hot breath, his cane upon you
The old guard plays pattycake
With the edgy conferee
Over with the edgy conferee