Anna Wille : Nevermore
Nevermore shall I
swoop head down
A bird of no prey
A bird for nothing, nevermore
No more death-in-the-desert
No more ice-seas
Just enough beauty
To sit in a raindrop, on a fingertip
Just enough beauty
Just enough strife
I'll be found colouring
The fragments that make up my life
Just enough consonants
Just enough vowels
Just enough language
To feed my mind and fill my mouth