label the messenger

label the messenger and nothing falls
from any heights you have no sense of how
your turning birds may hear the winter calls

such beasts as tramp and steam within their stalls
may take the time to do what we'll allow
label the messenger and nothing falls

through tunnels each strange silent creature crawls
not certain what the word or whose the vow
your turning birds may hear the winter calls

flawed hero who from out of ocean hauls
some stranger being the altar to endow
label the messenger and nothing falls

from ocean bottom what our anger trawls
will sink with speed each ordinary scow
our turning birds may hear the winter calls

from light to shadow what we learn appalls
raises the blister brings sweat to the brow
label the messenger and nothing falls
your turning bird may hear the winter calls