their bellies are full of dead bodies of crabs   they cracked on the street and tore at with their mouth   and the tide is coming in   and a storm is coming in   and the waves crashing over each other   dark birds hanging motionless in the wind   kids go grab your kites and tie up your coats tight   trees rock back and forth and crash into the power lines   and maybe the stars will come out tonight   if we lit a fire could it stand the bellingham wind   dark birds handing motionless in the wind   watching we join them   reaching into grey light   wait till the storm blows   back into the sea again   dark birds hanging motionless in the wind