Birdsong and Teeth
upon your eyes, the extraordinary
pollen draped and over the sill comes complexing
the bodily lightselves and the we and the you all around, us
and yet hidden from most beneath the exterior of our outward simplicity,
the cranial wrapping of our cerebral intestines, whaling inside a calcium cage the contains fire and imagination in
the stream of our patch worked dendritic chemistry
put that in your bonnet as your toes mark up the rusting river song
indeed the extraordinary subcutaneous shaped death
bawks at itself
dominion and dominoes dodging thoughts,
this return to our preservative wombs in glass:
and yet
each failing dark opens the morning sung in feather and bony beak
continual
forgotten in the 6:00 am song, we a thought
how long our teeth torment us all our life, that creeking aging
and yet there they remain,
outlive our dissolution white as scrimshaw, small leviathans,
outward from our mousy skin dryed in time's bath and hanging boneloose
what a remarkable heartbreak
even in this corporal failing:
and
the world was dark inside the wolf
and
the birds go on sounding, even in the dark
and
upon your eyes, 10,000 lives voyaged 10,000 Li
