Grey Bird

Sarah Flynn

The grey bird beckons me to join him

    Follow me! he says

    Follow me!

 

A nest sprinkled with

Crumbles of ash

Built upon marlboro sticks

and poisonous leaves

    Follow me!

 

Feathers grey, turn grey, turning grey

Feathers with knotted ends

Dipped in black  

Feathers rough, turn rough, turning rough

    Follow me!

 

Beak sings melodies

Beak sings daggers

Beak sings…

grey noise

    Follow me!

 

Specks of bread and malice and crackers

and lies and salami and illusions and

how did they end

up there anyway?

    Follow me!

 

The grey bird beckons me to join him

    Follow me! he says

 

So follow I do.