There’s a songbird on my shoulder
who sings for me alone
Who wields a halting harmony
who yields the longest glow
There’s a songbird on my shoulder
who claws the skin I’ve grown
Who wields a halting harmony
who’ll sing for us alone
There’s a songbird on my shoulder
who cries the sweetest tone
With wings all coated and choked by dust
that stretch over my chest of bones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem