asphault blackbirds

my hands are aching to create
to recreate what i have seen
what was not there
but it was there, yes it was there
and it was oh so real
my earth was pulsing
and she was moving
quick beneath my feet
before i knew it
it was breaking
and they came pouring out
these birds were dripping
pulling up and out
of deep black tar
they bat their wings
and soared upward
into the screaming blue sky
and this sky he ate them up
in a swirl of blue and white
he had a face of hate
this face of greed
we don't deserve
the things we've seen
they are too beautiful for us
and he will take them all away
and he will scold my lovely earth
for being oh so generous
and i will drift to sleep in bed
to see the real beauty
that my earth must share.