they carved me from it--a hollow tree, now a tree hollow
green, red, blue, yellow, red, they came,
a flurry of feathers to fake break make me
but, what cry against the sowing hand
a bird can never rest on land.

and they would crack open kernels, horde them in my dark places
a lure.
hollow bones, a pool of feathers, unwound and made for vapor
the breast pulled in, all scissors banned
what bird could rest it's feet on land?

lay me down. they carved me from it, a tree hollow, lonely creature
my love, my children, how soon disband
who thought a bird would rest on land?