Songbird by Eva Cassidy

secular

you know
how  after it rains

a thousand worms
wind up scattered
across

the sidewalk,

(like they fell
out

of the sky), well,

i
skewer myself, too.

i hope for happy.

lights
come down on poles.

it has

been raining
for a while now
(months):

a flood
with
no remorse. i

would risk
life

and limb
to save you (see)
from

being washed away,

but the birds (the birds)
have come and

i have nothing left...