fledglings
below the precipice sprawls despair, and at the precarity of peering in
they hold the mournful meaning, send a glance, the corpse’s froth meanly menacing
a directly descending beak, overbearing
into the bottomless darkness, it cut across my field of vision
dragged forth by the hair, my disappointment becomes known
both legs thrust out, the electronic sound rings endlessly
if i start walking, the compass of my self-restraint runs wild
you, listening to the treble tones of birds at the harbor
