Call for Cull

There was a call for cull
Felt damage near the band and feather
Bloody gums, bloody palms
We drink a handle just to keep it together
There’s a hollowness when
You’re in line for this
Spider-silk in the leaves
Spring’s here
Can you predict the weather
Broken keys, broken teeth
Tine’s bent, we’re not in tune with each other
There’s a hollowness when…
Your number’s called and then you ask.
Will anyone save me in time?
Will any one save me in time?