the polka dotted blind quail

when i had just been born

the blind quail he did speak to me

crowning my bald soft head

he told me i was to be free

he told me i was to be free

 

In that room where the babies wail

I was taught the wisdom

Of

the polka dotted blind quail

Of

the polka dotted blind quail

 

I wondered free for many a year

With a polka dotted blind quail

Brooding on my feathered soft head  

so on the bleed he could be fed

All the world’s sad unending tales

All the world’s sad unending tales

 

I walked until my tongue was

a dried stump

Till i lay down on the banks of a river

Where diminished moon shadows

came to jump

Where diminished moon shadows

came to jump

 

I woke and the polka dotted blind quail

From my cursed bald head had sailed

And The wind that had left me cold and pale

Had left my bones also veiled

Had left my bones also veiled

 

In that room where the babies wail

I was taught the wisdom

Of  

the polka dotted blind quail

Of

the polka dotted blind quail

 

 

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