The blackbird flutters its wings precisely,
As if it is a miner extracting a precious stone.
And as its voice resounds from within the recesses of its body,
Time stops.
Frozen in the prospect of danger.
Animals and people rush to their homes,
But still look out the windows with an unknown curiosity.
And as the Beast latches its claws upon the strays, the homeless, the left-behind,
So does the conqueror to the people.
And as the people cut down the forest to build signs of rebellion
Animals flee,
Knowing the battle is already lost.
As the people try to free the lives he has taken away
They are destroyed in the process.
Disappearing into thin air,
The people realize there is no rope, no ladder, no shovel,
No escape from the world they have drowned themselves in
The Beast devours every soul, every heart, every mind,
Hoping, with a blindness, to change everything.
And as the forest darkens, so does the city.
