Oh, Firefly
The last time I was here
A fire had just come
Streaks of black as tall as silence
Arising from the snow
My heart had drummed the world has ended
I was one of the lucky ones
To live to see the tiny tendrils
Green and vivid from the bark
Oh, firefly, does it feel like
Death at every change?
You seem to have this all in hand
So I'm asking for a friend
I still see us in his bedroom
Where we would laugh and play guitar
He tied a knot around his illness
His mother found him hanging there
Oh, firefly, does it feel like
Death at every change?
You seem to have this all in hand
So I'm asking for a friend
I'm sorry, I didn't recognise you
I've been away for some time
You've grown your name with a hyphen
I've shaved the sparkle from my eyes
Oh, firefly, does it feel like
Death at every change?
You seem to have this all in hand
So I'm asking for a friend
© Brendan Bonsack
January 2022
Static of Crows
Released February 2022