Crumbling Birdsong Of Brick And Mortar

Crumbling Birdsong Of Brick And Mortar

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
Of the weary place
Pointing her finger
In wrinkled circles
Of practiced grace

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
By the creaking pane
Memories of trance
Her dance once held
Now, arthritic wane

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
Its velvet plaster-skin
Cracked and parched
Awaited was the time
And return of kin

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
Windows where bloomed
Amorous rose a many
Stare now a forlorn mile
A love long gloomed

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
Of mortar and brick
And will and life
Ends with it, another
Magician's last trick

The Birdsong crumbles
Said the old woman
Beckoning to her lap
I rest my head, adrift
And as the dust settled
A bird ceased its flap

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