Testo Detroit Lake

Quick, the hawk took the poor thing just to the left of me
You were mid-sentence when I had to interrupt you in order to relate
Two grey stripes flew up out of sight
I mean one, the other no longer struggling

"I cannot hear you," laughing up the mountainside
Unobserved, my voice grew increasingly gruesome in the quiet
Turns out, it turns out
One can lose nonetheless looking for witnesses

Miles from all that's between us at stake
Algae blooms up in Detroit Lake
Listening for my turn to come next
Leave, the same as I came in, more or less

Across the table words fly
Underdone, they rarely collide
Former wells are exhausted, so you pose the question
"Are pigeons ever cannibalistic?"

Turns out, it turns out
Sometimes, yes, looking for witnesses
Miles from all that's between us at stake
Algae blooms up in Detroit Lake
Listening for my turn to come next
Leave, the same as I came in—

Miles from all I believe is at stake
Algae blooms up in Detroit Lake
Listening for my turn to come next
Leave, the same as I came in—
Leave, the same as I came in, more or less