crowded by the sky
dragging your mind across the sawdust floor/ all your southbound ships are tombs of cries crowded by the sky/ your crippled wings are rusted, and your amputated bones have been thrown into the potter’s field of savable parts/
dragging your mind across the sawdust floor/ all your southbound ships are tombs of cries crowded by the sky/ your crippled wings are rusted, and your amputated bones have been thrown into the potter’s field of savable parts/