Moments to a small bird song
surrendered
golden-eyed a midnight
lost
time is an illusion as the shadows moan and stretch
imaginary rhythm to a syncopated death
turn the feathered volume up
listen to the cry
abraded corrugation
of a painful lullaby
a small bird song
surrendered
tossed amidst the fray
clench the bones that are your own
and plead with self to stay
This one.
Played music when I read it.
Intentional … so I will take that.
For some reason I see Poe looking over his shoulder at the Raven when I read this…
That works just fine.