Across the causeway
Into the castle
Castle Perilous
Fifteen entered
How many left?
None left but one
I could see the sparks rising in a fountain of speckled light
The old man's eyes black through the fire
Across the causeway
Under the ground
Castle Perilous
Eleven entered
How many left?
None left but one
I could see the stars spinning, a sprinkling of snow
Against soft black felt. I remained silent
Across the causeway
Into the air
Castle Perilous
Seven entered
None left but one
But the six flew higher
Slipped along fault lines of sky
Saw the benevolent grinding
Of the millers stone
And only wanted to be chaff
To be blown away
And to fly higher
And the one that was left
Each time she fell
With a broken wing
What was her name?
I took my right hand cupped
Whispered a name into it
Made a holding fist
Threw the word across the fire
Into his chest
He grunted and fell back slightly
The smiled and across the fire
Threw the small sack from around his neck
I opened the bag and
Gently spilled out the bones within
Slender tiny flutes from a small bird
Bone laid out on a stone in front of me I reached out to the fire
As did the old man I only knew from this bunker
Together we made a tear in the way things are
And opened a way to birdscreamingland
We own who we are
Always
We all live forever
Endless
We all have a home
Glowing
In birdscreamingland
Falling
Just one more black dot
Screaming
Reach out and take
A Lapwing
Close the tear
Become mortal
Filled with sorrow
Fifteen breaks in her legs
Eleven needles in her eyes
Seven breaks in her wings
I give a week from my life and use the whole bones to heal hers, remove stitches and needles and throw into the air a small, brown, deceitful bundle of love.
Into the castle
Castle Perilous
Fifteen entered
How many left?
None left but one
I could see the sparks rising in a fountain of speckled light
The old man's eyes black through the fire
Across the causeway
Under the ground
Castle Perilous
Eleven entered
How many left?
None left but one
I could see the stars spinning, a sprinkling of snow
Against soft black felt. I remained silent
Across the causeway
Into the air
Castle Perilous
Seven entered
None left but one
But the six flew higher
Slipped along fault lines of sky
Saw the benevolent grinding
Of the millers stone
And only wanted to be chaff
To be blown away
And to fly higher
And the one that was left
Each time she fell
With a broken wing
What was her name?
I took my right hand cupped
Whispered a name into it
Made a holding fist
Threw the word across the fire
Into his chest
He grunted and fell back slightly
The smiled and across the fire
Threw the small sack from around his neck
I opened the bag and
Gently spilled out the bones within
Slender tiny flutes from a small bird
Bone laid out on a stone in front of me I reached out to the fire
As did the old man I only knew from this bunker
Together we made a tear in the way things are
And opened a way to birdscreamingland
We own who we are
Always
We all live forever
Endless
We all have a home
Glowing
In birdscreamingland
Falling
Just one more black dot
Screaming
Reach out and take
A Lapwing
Close the tear
Become mortal
Filled with sorrow
Fifteen breaks in her legs
Eleven needles in her eyes
Seven breaks in her wings
I give a week from my life and use the whole bones to heal hers, remove stitches and needles and throw into the air a small, brown, deceitful bundle of love.
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