Today I found a dead bird

Suede: Roadkill (from the blue hour album)

Today I found a dead bird
Crushed into the wealdland clay
Brittle bones like snapped twigs
Velvet for the scurrying things

I cross myself, forlorn you lie
Scraped and dressed by the wind
Savaged by the tyres and tossed in the tar
Broken on the English dirt
A carcass for the carrion crow
And for the beaks that peck
Flesh beneath my flesh
Soil beneath my soil
Today I found a dead bird

Blind are the brokers and the unskilled workers
Your bones beneath their heels
Today I found a dead bird