| I. Broken Melody flew back to the place dreamt of before. the fences up, the buildings tumbled down. and beginning again as a bird. perched in the trees. with brothers and sisters. half invisible, trapped behind leaves. sudden with impulse they jumped flooded the sky. all black birds, white bellies. flashing, disappearing. and ignoring the fences flew on. and one bird turned going to the other place. to find the water - the river or the sea. back through branches found a singing nightingale. became a hawk. killing it, bloodlessly, with claws. a small cracking sound. and became. sad and sorry with the beautiful dead bird in hands. with the broken melody. and with hands pulled it out. put it between lips. the small song, resting on a tongue tasteless and moist. swallowed. and moved on. |