New Birds Sing - Climate

A coffee pot in the child’s room

We place the poison in each corner

In hurried dreams that sleep

Recurring deathlessly

A tea kettle in the child’s room

Break day

Hear the new birds sing

A satellite in the night

Falls at our feet

We turn to the ante-choir

We tear up the photographs

A digital refrain

A physical restraint

A door ajar for the dark room

Day breaks

Feel the new bird sing

A parasite black and white

Flaps its wing

We always thought it might happen

Nightfall and with weapons

Moonlight on the lawn

Where two rights

Make a wrong

The lost smoke

Spills at the spin down

Pale blue fills in the foreground

A tapestry of groans

With meat left on the bone

The object on the windowsill

Is like the rain that runs uphill

And falls apart

The blackboard in the forest green

Has chalks of marks

And hoops and strings

That fall apart

Still at light

In the short slide

Off down the street

On two feet

Silent freight

Not to resuscitate

Hold the sound

Til it drowns