Abattoir Gulls
Diving and banking
Like
Storm shooed clouds
Those
Abattoir gulls
Always
Angry and loud
Dancing and scything
High upon higher
Pinned to the sky
On invisible wire
How they do hang
There
Storm proof and crazy
Loitering low like
Clouds of confetti
Reckless and teasing
Storm flushed and florid
Diving and banking
Sublimely unhurried
Weaving
Yet threadbare
High upon higher
Pinned to the sky
On invisible wire
Take heed of their cry
Then still
Lost to the wind
Carried pon whispers
Deliciously sinned
Those abattoir gulls
Shameless and free
Dancing and scything
High upon higher
Forever
Pinned to our sky
On invisible wire