To a Woodpecker lyrics

December bird in the bare tree
Your harsh cry sounds
Reminding me

Of death we celebrated by lamen-
Tations crying out
In the old

Days wails of anguish shrieking
Wakes curses that the
Gods

Had been so n*ggardly sweet
Nightingale of the
Winter

Woods hang out the snow as if
It were gay
Curtains