Watergazed

Blazing birds flow in a field
flying low, in a field flying low.

Wategazed, they cast
a glow on every species and
every shadow.

From under which tear
did they turn?

What in a downstream
blew and burned, blew and burned...
blew and burned til a windstream poured,
and flooded
eyes
which later fled.

Such tears were bled.
And all the living and all the dead
were free

And morning dew was new,
and made them
happy.