it’s been days since it arrived–decrepit pink

splayed on wet gravel. fallen from sky or rammed through dirt.

flies & flies fly–encircle, entrap, engulf

delectable decrepitpink. buckled beak breaks barrier between

babble box & biography breath. a bird of little feathers, flocks

never. puncturing pink dreams of what it is like to think–

caught on torn tongue–on terraformed terrain–on technicality–on

too much pain.

see ash grey bathe a broken body of blank blond.

see scornful sanguinity of sweeping steps–

monstrous men who march over collapsed corpse. a galah that does

not grin–does not gaze–does not glide.

a galah glorified not even in grave–

glazed over–

gone.

Illustration by Spencer .MFR