A knickknocking carpenter so into its work that its beak 

Doubles as a sledgehammer and in Hollywood we find the nestling grounds of a number of Carolina whites; 

They burrow in the dead trees throughout Sumter National, a protected land where entropy is allowed to flourish

And the forests rattle like a put of rattlers, snakes where 

Put in a spin cycle, re-shingled and fit to gift 

Woodpecker, woodpecker, what have you done

Granny heard the knocking in the middle of the night

Left her bedside walked through curtains 

Stood on the back porch and her sight 

Focused on the bird whose song was metal as could be

fear and loathing in the occupied territories, which include the settlements beyond the purple-line, which concluded withIsrael

To build its house for its crew and its bae 

It headbands into its foundation most of the day. 

But what a forest is set is to create we forget 

That the purpose for the wood pecking is for the nest

The woodpecker pecks and pecks at his best 

Lest another pass by and parasite the nest

Woodpecker woodpecker you made her scared

She loaded up the 12 gauge before she left the stairs

The moon was out and she could see when she passed

Beneath the eaves

And there she heard the creak and craw of antique feet

In an antique hall,

She heard the strangest mating call,

Such as it was it was as a dove who said unintelligible words of love

And she could not sleep with such fears,

That love should come back after these years

With her and her grandson, the coming one, the soon to be granddaughter too

She had to protect them and prowler would get them 

And turn em all upside down

And shake with a laugh like a cartoon where the pockets are empty save one puff of air 

Woodpecker woodpecker why come here?

She was 14 to be 15 that year 

I remember begging my step-bro to put 

The broken family heirloom, Sput 

A big heavy gun for such young uns as us and we just pointed it at each other

boom boom

With prowlers about when we heard the shout it was human as human can be 

But the sound of the gun was deafened at once and throbbing, piercing pain 

Engulfed the scene as a window beam of sun caught the last 

Of the lightbulb spatter the glass 

The day was damp and so it did 

Not dry as we hope, not quick

Woodpecker peck peck and pecked you do 

She loaded the broken gun and it go boom 

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Brandon K. Nobles

Brandon is an author, poet and head writer for Sir Swag on YouTube. With 630k subscribers. Since February 2021 he has written for the most important and popular series, News Without the Bulls%!t and the least popular work on the channel, History Abridged. Brandon joined the channel in late January, since then his work has been featured every month in News and History. His novels and works of fiction have also been well received, and he continues to be a proficient and professional chess player. In his spare time he like to catch up on work.

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