Tonight

tonight my sparrows let go the snow into fields of carnations swollen with anger. tonight the three popes proclaim the revolution against teenage television. seals smash their heads bloody their heads on the elevators the paternoster elevators which delays the holding of their conference. tonight my sister the wind's bride gives blood for the cello of the jericho desert which prompts the trombones to hold a protest meeting. tonight I hang your lips like birdseed outside my door and observe through the window their death-struggle with the she vulture. tonight let go the snow