Thy Bird In The Well Poem by Bradley Flowers

This place, the dry air burns
Thy bird on a moon well
Dependence fly’s down
The shallow, my Soul singer
Could it be, last croon

Thy bird, Sitting in the well
Why, do you chirp so low?
Do you know,
Hard reaching water below
Every drip that drops will dry

The heat cries
Even with thirst such, it tries.
Little bird sitting in the well
Come-sing bird
Please no, don't lean
Can you breathe?

Please death don’t sow
Thy bird, sorrow
For the water is far too low
For such a little bird to drown
Breathe, now breathe
Sing bird and drink