The Cormorant - San Fermin

Morning in your room again

Woken by the children

Playing on the playground

Golden light is streaming in

Floating dust above your bed

A tea cup by the bedside

Waking from a dream in which

Sleeping you are visited

By a great black cormorant

His wings are vast and open wide

Razor beak and diamond eyes

The bird begins to speak

In a voice both harsh and deep

Rising from an ancient sea

Caked in salt and fish scales

He says

«on this morning you will die

But before then you must try

To show me what you were

Tell me who to give your heart

Though it hurts to pull apart

And where to leave your body"

A pressure felt behind the head

Then you float up from your bed

You start to hear the voices