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
