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Their Talons Were Locked

from The Orb Weaver by Faminebow

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lyrics

Call it a death spiral,
or entwined talons
proving gravity.

From this stand
will come a swarm
of spelling mouths

that open my door,
that opine for days.
A delicate and sick

enigma plays inside
of my code. A yearn
I can’t describe,

lacking diction, open
to the tender prods
I have invented.

A name for others
latched around my
exposed tongue.

The eagles circle
the carcasses, or
what remains.

Fought over the
scraps, fought over
a last breath that

could carry them
into other spheres.
I pick up rocks

and huck them into
the cold bay, cast
gorge of boulders

to ward off chills.
I could stand waist
deep in this water

just to watch birds
locked desperately
into the falling,

proving devotion
is not a human trait.
We caught nothing

but it was learning
to feel a loss and
cast that line again

and again until our
legs grew numb.
I won’t beg for love

but I will deem it
the carrion that I
mantle about when

I’m at my lowest.
Don’t tell me it’s
owed to anyone,

we just try to eat
and hold another
in our sharp hands,

just try not to hurt
flesh when out of
that blue we come

careening like twin
bolts. Maybe we can
hold on longer,

until approaching
that terminal plane
we splay out like

waves lapping over
banks of inlets that
brim with salmon.

I used to be some
nocturnal bird,
craned over night,

feast of malaise
every single moon.
Now I wake up

and listen to birds,
casting a gaze out
with tender hands.

A seed in fingers,
a scene of twelve
eagles swooping

down to claim
what the gulls
cannot defend.

I will plant seeds
springly, hoping
to see a change.

I will hold hands
with a tree, lean
into the eroded

ledge that elevates
those posts. I will
stare at that airy

form floating on
the currents above
and wonder how

to process all this
love. I can’t tell
if it’s gracious or

if it’s cold. I cast
and cast again,
my hands are here.

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from The Orb Weaver, released November 3, 2023

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When you fall back asleep in the morning, I am there in your vivid dreams. When you touch the ice, I am kissing your hand. When the sky fills with strange color, I am the arc of the rainbow through it. When the wind howls in the wet night, I am weeping in your ear.
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