This is as high
As I’ve ever been
There’s tippy tops of tress
Where the starling should sit
It’s long since gone
Like the CLOUD FACTORY
Puffing out as cigarettes
With no tray to land
Their dust
It’s such a shame
Where I may have
Once been home up here
It staves off the landing strip
By a few miles
So I cannot go down
I will not come down
Even if I wanted to
Like the CLOUD FACTORY
Puffing out as wills in
A drawer tell you to—
It’s such a shame
To have lost it like this