The bird cried with pain and uttered
Its sad and solitary cry unto the face
Of the frowning heavens leaden-faced
The pincers in the flesh
Tore slowly yet constantly
A dropp of blood
Appeared and rolled down and then
Another followed suit and then
More drops of blood red, red blood fell:
And pain and pain the withered heart
Cried in its anguish with half-opened mouth.
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