march babybird march
follow
black brick road
(no brain no courage no heart)
no hope noticing
twilight telephone lines
tied down to street signs
cage murky midnight skies
&imprison lovers breath
on muddy window panes
mirroring buoyant moonbeams
bouncing jitterbug like schoolboys
cupping juvenile breasts
in babybird hands
hatch&fall
to their deaths
wind blown like saxophone
jazzman saves the soul
&conducts gin twinged grins
convinced Jewking was a con&a crook
(greedmouth doesnt consume holy book)
fire! fire! melt plastic pages
&ancient oak trees
turn to barred wire&bombshelters
system advance as sick scent:
rotting eggs&rotting corpses lick
the ground where the winged beast sings
for supper&captures babybirds
in blue blood fist
as blue-collar boys row merrily home
to big boned women who mourn and moan
shaynalhorwitz
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