Looking from bleeding feet
Up to where I used to think
I saw birds I once knew to be
Angels getting shot out of the sky.
The Blue Jay who told me everything will be okay
Just choked on its own words
In the form of buckshot
Spraying feathers and blood
Onto the clouds.
I travelled a long way
Through the thicket
Only to watch the Bird of
Paradise I was searching for
Fall from a branch up high
Into a bear trap
I accidentally set up years ago.
I saw Falcons breaking beaks on the
Modern curtain wall system of the
Now dilapidated high rise
My imagination once erected,
And fall all ten stories to death...
...the forest is lousy
With ignorant Wild Boars-
Who leave designer clothes
Along their otherwise discreet paths...
...as I follow Prada to the dying Angel Gabriel-
She tries to wrestle one more song
From her pale lips
But I crush her feathered skull underfoot
Before she could break my soul.
I lay to sleep in that puddle of down
Dreaming for more birds to know.