crowd's flesh
feeds the birds blessed
not flesh enough
for crowd's hunger

cheer up
please
cheer up

you don't get it
but you see your
dead cat waiting
for its last life to live

you don't want it
but you see your face
in a spoon mirror
with a last supper

you don't recognize
you can clearly see
ship dances just
before the bottom rises

cheer up
please
cheer up

crowd's flesh
feeds the birds blessed
not flesh enough
for crowd's hunger