the birds sing
a cheerful symphony
on the dystopian
dysentery they have
been forced to endure
since their bones
grew hollow after
millennia ruling the world.

probably. who knows.
when the words scream
everything else
is white noise.

but you tell me
when a crow caws loudly
there isn’t more than
a hint of unbridled fury
it cannot unleash chaos
on all of humanity.