Casters (The Nightingale)

I. When they pressure-washed the pigeon nests the finches came out to singYou can hear dominance invert in melodyI’ve been thinking about how birds screech to assert healthy strengthA dignified prowess until their mortality vertebratesAnd makes drywall bones crumble to dustYou watch our planes fracture in opaque omissionThe more complex the birdsong, the softer linen… Read More »