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The Rain

from Birds Fly by The Sunmoth

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He was lying in a pool of blood and matter, that had been squeezed out of his twitching body.
He looked relatively unharmed
and the bright crimson puddle oozing out of his gaping mouth took the shape of an intestinal appendix
like a grotesque crown of gut it looked.

The middle-aged asian woman with the sparse hair,
whom i had seen walking passed so often – and never since
fell to her knees in desperate terror,
clutching her little hands to her temples,
while her tears slowly replaced her disbelief.

The driver, a young student woman
stood half way between him and her car,
torn between the unwanted interruption of her apparent rush - and empathy.

In that precise moment the Dying was the center of their world and only I,
looking from my window,
could see and fully appreciate the serene, cruel beauty of the arrangement.

Finally the handsome young medical student from downstairs came to aid,
armed with pinkish rubber gloves,
a big blue dustbin bag
and the right amount of commiseration and to do.

He helped to drag his stiffening carcass to the side of the road, where a second crimson puddle was left,
after they took him away –
a somewhat amorph blob it was,
much darker in tone already.

While the knot in my stomach had loosened
i thought about the bang and flash that must have been his last perceptions in life.
Or perhaps the helpless whimper of his mistress had reached him – did it reach him?
Or was he just surprised and gone?

By evening a heavy spring rain had washed it all away
and the setting sun was sparkleing and dancing on the wet road.

Down by the river, under a most delightful rainbow,
i saw a water rat swimming by
I clicked my tongue at it
and it looked at me.
And I asked myself:
how many rainbows will there be?
How many rainbows will there be?

And the rain washed it all away ...

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from Birds Fly, released July 3, 2016

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The Sunmoth Giessen, Germany

The Nymph only could repeat, the Beloved were transfixed on their reflection. Quite tragic really - quite funny, too.
Krautrock, Americana - who cares: all of it is music.

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