Raucous.
A bird.
You thought no one
could love you, didn’t you?

The terror of it all.
That is fame.
You never thought it would
be like this.

Drowning.
The bird drowning in the
shallow stream.
You had all of it,
and nothing.

Just seeds and booze
and the next stop on
the way to perdition.

The bird is singing,
there is clapping,
cheering,
the bird is crying.

Cry little bird,
cry into the night so
the dawn will come.

 

14/10/2024