the birds have
reawoken
from the winter blast
that reset the world
into a frozen representation
of non-essential steps
to rationalizing
the insipid
in the insufferable
sufferings
they sing outside
with the milquetoast
blatherings
of feathered insanity
trilling
the turgid death chants
of former
thunder lizard glories
a keening
on the blooming verdancy
of vapid time space
displacement