The Dose Makes The Poison
I saw 18 black hawks, with beaks full of teeth.
Roaring like a pack of wolves in perfect V
with hoods over their eyes to cover up what they’ve seen;
secrets bouncing off the insides of their lips meant for me.
Artist: Listener
Album: Not Waving, Drowning.
Track #1: You Have Never Lived Because You Have Never Died.