I was the bird in the mind of the Boy, a Covetous Magpie. Mother called me carrion-eater ... I love this song!

[ Morose musings vanish as soon as drums pick up and he wraps his arms around Billy to join the sway, loose-limbed as he presses in close. Hip to hip. He runs his hands over galaxies that span a waist, drawn in by all the shimmery stars, and rests his temple by another as he crowds in. ]

I can hear prayers tonight, they're louder than usual.