The shrieking resumes
After desolation
Its life
However unpromising
It seems
To us
The sparrows and crows
Will continue to contend
In song
It is not enough
We want to call it death
And turn away
Too terrified we've missed out
On the richness
Of emptiness
The bird cries inconvenient
For our theories
Of undisclosed sleep
It's as if when we're afraid
Of longing
There are no words
And thus there's nothing
A nothing not of sun
And leaves translucent
But of what we can't
Remember
In the distances of dream
What really happened
When the snows had
Bound our minds
Before the red hegemon of our shame
Required another
Memory to burn through
For when the spring
Will fold completely
In the past