soft bird

the soft gurgle of your belly

was replaced by a black bird

weaving her way through the

slant of your tender underside.



feel the earth slip through

your fingers; as you wisp

dust into ashes; strands of

fibre, sweeping the breeze

beneath; settling into years

of unfulfilled dormancy.



fear, with his claws inch

towards the nape of my neck

and with a pin-thin slit; crime

is renewed in this theft of blood.


with the aid of enough

air, water and light – seeds

sprout into a vertical lunge

in pale hope of growth; as

their stems bow and bend

towards the wind; in thanksgiving