Birdfeeder

Take this opportunity to let me know
Which direction the wind blows
In this following, deceit feeds meek and, lo:
Faceless fowl beside the road

To these Sadducees adrift in weak control
I admit a kindred foe
If these offerings indeed lead where to go
Death must wear the cleanest clothes

Salacious soul: may time denounce your role
I resign a life lived better off alone



Credits
Writer(s): Brinton Clay Upshaw
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