The Goshawk and the Gull

A plain song brought you to your knees
And kind of chained you to a car in disbelief
And you are an angel, aren't you?

Confusion rode in on the sea
You know all the words
But you won't repeat them to me
And you are an angel, aren't you?
But you are an angel, aren't you?

A plain tree is pollard in the sun
And all the green is gone
A shocked gull, a shrill scream, a slaughter
A jut-vice beak plucks it's life
Still you'll sing Easter
And blood shocks from a finger
From the pore
It loosens the black in a plain song
But it's sung by you