• there are a thousand birds
    in a thousand places

    all singing songs to the sky
    without purpose without goals
    so many live and so many die

    this ones eyes are dull
    it will never sing another song
    laying in tufts of bloodied down

    poor nameless robin
    don’t you understand?
    you are alone
    you are outside of history

    but if you aren’t remembered
    its as if you never were
    so here robin dear
    I will keep this feather
    as proof you were really here