Dead birds-poem by Stewe Sundin

Gemini a440 Armband Guld A wind goes through the birch tree The revolving sky is turning grey I’m standing in the garden Still it feels like I’m drifting away Watching them eat and do the dishes Man’s laughter ain’t no sin Watching everything come to an end I don’t even know where to begin It’s raining dead birds from above The gun is cold in my hand I am back in desert once again Counting every grain of sand Mommy ambien in the bedroom Daddy drunkard in his chair The young daughter in the window Slowly combing her hair Poem by Stewe Sundin Drawing by Janne Karlsson Stewe Sundin´s blogs: http://slaggprodukt.blogg.se/ and http://stewe.blogg.se/