Jay Allard - Moon Gulls

Moon gulls mass, of course, at night
You will not see them often
They are only for the human eye in transit
When they flit in for the kill

A man just died there in the street
And down in the bowels of some nameless building
Bored morticians tossed a coin to decide
That it was just his time -
The moon gulls never got a mention
(Their peck-marks leave no contusion)

They had watched him raise his glass and sing
'To you, My Sweet, whoever you are! '

He saw what looked like raindrops pass the moon

They are dive-bombers
And they murder you with love

Jay Allard

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