Saturday, July 22, 2017

400 Songbirds

At the foot of a building that is not a tree,
reflected in glass that is not sky,
400 songbirds broken in flight

litter the concrete that is not grass,
the cracked pavement that is merely a path
to the next stoplight.

High above on the 14th floor
at the branch of the bank
where my name's on the door

a crash - a boom -
as of nature at war
with the beast of a building that is not a tree

and its swindling glass that is not sky.
We're drawn from our cubicle nests,
every eye

on the concrete below that is not grass,
on the pavement below that is merely a path

to the next stoplight.
400 songbirds broken in flight.

A rough draft inspired by a recent news story for Kim's prompt at Real Toads

13 comments:

Kim Russell said...

What can I say? I'm still holding my breath.
'At the foot of a building that is not a tree,
reflected in glass that is not sky,
400 songbirds broken in flight' -
those words will stay with me.
I also like the gentle, serious wordplay in ' branch of the bank / where my name's on the door' and those 'cubicle nests'.

Fireblossom said...

Too bad this does not happen to bankers doing lunch.

Martin Kloess said...

This is a grand play of imagination. The horror of it is unreal. (12 men actually jumped to their death when Chevron shut down its advertising department)

Sarah Russell said...

I love your use of the negative in this -- the building that is not a tree; the glass that is not the sky; the concrete that is not grass. Perfect.

Old Egg said...

This is beautiful with a rhythm like nursery rhyme.

Jae Rose said...

Great play with words

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oooh! This has given me the coldest shiver of dread. There is so much more suggested about the lifestyles of the living by the presence of dead birds. The repetition makes me feel like the scenario is inescapable - with the worker on the 14th floor as trapped as the birds in walls of glass sky.

Susie Clevenger said...

This is so dark, so scary. In 2002 my husband worked for Williams in Tulsa. In a matter of days he lost 300,000 dollars from his retirement account because of the company doing an Enron horror. He basically had to start over. It was a rough time for us.

Toni Spencer said...

Wat wonderful use of negatives - grass that isn't grass, birds that are not birds...but it makes me see people jumping out of the World Trade center...or
Grenfell Towers. A very real, moving poem.

Gillena Cox said...

This is just perfect, I would wrap it up to go

much love...

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grapeling said...

TS Eliot maybe had it right, with that description of Hollow Men.

and news from the suits / suites: see the "terror" over there, so we can distract you from what's close by ~

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