send us a sign when death calls you by your pronoun
Tag: experimental
morning light wraps round the pigeon
dawn the stale breath of winter
bedside the forest reaches out with a root mangled hand
the face in the bark that speaks via soft moans
wake to the supernatural softness of cold limbs
fill the dark of eyes with prewinter phantoms
strolls along the river human and pigeon seeking meaning to dreams
the crow runs from dark into the pitch black madness
autumn the hummingbird’s existence burnt into memory