Stalking Bird from Peste by Belly of Paris

And the plains stretch out ahead
And a swirl of sand that forces eyes to close
One day you’ll turn your head and see him

He was born on the second you were born
Coalescing out of dirt
A stalking bird hatched from a small brown egg.

Eyes, blinking in the sun
And when you crawl, he crawls slightly faster
Spindle legs scratch out crude pictograms on the dry soil
A slow lurch, step in step.
Harryhausing frame by frame.

A fraction closer every day
Never even knowing why
A stalking bird who has your name
A stalking bird who has your name

On two feet---
Fitful burst of manic speed
Towards settees and TVs
Godlike parents call you on

And when you grow and you find
Some pretty girl as scared as you
And feel that life has just begun
He just keeps surging, like a tide towards you
A spun eye-stalk
Strait is the gate, he steps inside

A fraction closer every day
Never even knowing why
A stalking bird who has your name
A stalking bird who has your name

To a prime, and faster than you’ll ever be,
He’s faster than he’ll ever be
Get to know him, to hear of him, some will rush to meet him.
Takes them all under black wings

Years run low / spindle legs slow
He’ll slow too, / slower than you.
At last you turn / and give your hand
As to a friend / you always knew

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