Do you see the dead bird on the street?
Would you be so kind to pick him up
And fix his broken wing?
He won't fly again, but why not heal his wound?
Would you kiss his beak,
Clawed by a vicious beast?
Whisk him away, to another shade of heaven
Or cage him in your room
And await the day he opens his eyes
Could you stand the smell of decay
Or devour the life of a pet you've loved all your life?
Knowing he's dead, could you cut off his head?
Or fall in love under the moon,
As you die from touching the dead bird
Without washing your hands.