Vera Sola
Bird House
Lady made no mention
Barefoot down the hallway
Turning on the lights in the empty rooms

In the largest of houses
With the darkest of windows
Morning bells of birds in the woods abound

Lady made no mention
That her stomach, it had left her
Feet, they made no sound here anymore

What to tell when there’s no one left to listen?
What to say when there’s no one left around?

Lady took the silence to mean nobody loved her
Thе light missed all the windows
Therе could be no sun
And since they all had left her
For school and sports and parties
Politics and quivers in the night

She began to speak her longings to the rope
Began to speak her longings to the the rope

She said, 'This land he love’s my reclamation
He’ll pay this date out for the crime
And I give my breath out to beloved birds
And this will be the last time he walks away without me'
So she chose the pathway
Sloping to the forest
Judgment of the feathers
Wrestled in the leaves
So she climbed the cages
To the cooing in the rafters
Unfurled tomorrow's morning
With the slipping left to breath

From there it went so easy
So swift, it came undone
As the catch it slips
And the rope pulls taut
It all came together with a knot
It all fell together with a knot

She saved the morning light for her widowmaker
She swept the afternoon with stories in the papers
She made the night long for the newly motherless child
Tomorrow’s motherless child