I hit a bird with my car today
I was crying over Shannon Airport 
On the radio 
And he flew out in front of me
Black wings, orange beak 
And for a moment I could not speak 
Because I knew I could not avoid 
The collision with 
A creature free as the air 
One moment gone where he was there 
And his body was flung out from behind me 
In the wind and the flux of what will define me 
On the road to Roscommon town 
And I want to drown 
In the ocean that rises up inside
Because of the beauty that has died
By my hand 
They don’t understand 
But that’s okay 
There’s nothing I can say
To bring him back 
Or speed up or slow down the massive attack 
Of guilt that hits me too
Because I know that I am one with you 
In the infinite
I fall quiet 
And mourn the passing 
Of the habit I am harnessing