Crying little creature
At the edge of the wood
She don't know my secret
But she knows it's no good
There's an existential stench Among all this corruption
Scavengers feed on opportunistic need
But who doesn't
Ask the fox
Ask the crow
Ask the coyote
In the snow
Ask the trees
Ask the leaves
Ask the buzzard
On the wing
Through and through
You already know
Just like you
I'll take mine to go
And I'll make my meaning
As I unmake yours
Which future do
I make ours
You know my secret
Now show me yours
Crying little creature
At the edge of the wood
She knows my secret
And she knows it's no good