Because the solitary mirth of
a magpie’s violence will detach
me whole where burdens ply at source
without response its gavelled verse
lands more heroic still though
doubtless just for berries you sang
loudest when the faithful called you
to your infinite reward above
a frenum of dread and able only to
insist when I rose to cry louder
and came on stars too early yet
in the intervals our maps phoney
our place to hang between each tree
swayed in a breeze the august guest
of branches could only turn as tenants
to acknowledge it and come on surely
changeless I'll bend to know your voice
again as that first thought I lost when
to whatever technology aspires
to transmit it perfectly I turn.