He shot the bird from out of the tree 
I felt obligated to watch, a burden I carried   
As he watched it fall from the tree  
  
I didn’t feel anything for the bird  
Maybe it deserved it, the tree shaking it off  
Becoming bare and naked  
 
I watch the dirt road for a while  
 
My legs ace from sitting on the ground  
As he starts the fire  
I watched as he plucked the feathers  
I was as empty as the beer can lying next to him 
I invited the smoke, from the fire  
Into my lungs  
 
I watch as he cooks the bird, no remorse  
He tries to shoot down more birds  
I want to go inside but my body won't move  
The bird is done cooking  
He hands me a piece 
Tells me to eat  
He says he won't tell, like I haven't    
 
In that moment he confesses to the crime I've always wondered about 
I knew what he did  
He shot me out of my tree  
I am the bird, that fell  
On to his grill  
And I watched myself burn