Homage to a Dalliance

Jacob Colony

Sullen sparrow,
you went silently
never to know for what
or whom you sang
your little tweet song

Your wings
like old ladies' hands
grew cold as they
fell away

The scent
of your feathers will live
in ether
well after
their shine goes
well after
your memory goes
to the dogs
to faded churches
to slobbering gods
to cruelty

It was as if
in your liminal way
you brought time
to its knees
cleared the heavens
split atoms with your song
as if
you always existed
and never existed
as if
you summoned in little taps
a literature
of innumerable ecstasies
as if
it were for the souls of the wretched
you were flung into form