Underbelly

You annoy the birds

Because you’ve no melody

Yet you sing

Low drones

So strong the hook

So sure the grip

And you deliver not

As you promise not

Yet we gallup and nay

Call and come

And buy the ugly vowels

That make up knowing moans

Oh, deep and harsh

Like a twist or slow plunge

Of a knife as long as life

Quit calling me, old friend