New Birds Sing

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