Unbidden Bread

 

 

When they understand

the fleeing man

of sunshine's tides and undercries

 

They'll be an undertow

and that might grow

 

and the flies will gather 

like unbidden bread

and your lies will gather

like all thats unsaid

and they'll forgive you

what else could they do

 

and the stench of last 

feeding the flies

 

and oh oh, how they cried



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