We Killed the Lark
Your body is a ravine hollowed
and stripped by the hot tongues
of the world and your sinister
soul has been tanned into plush
leather by poet-philosophers
The beating of your wings is a languid submission.
There is a fire in your chest, we sail on your withering spine
we stroke graying wings.
Your living flame has scorched
our starving hearts for centuries
and we will fall with you from the golden
sky into the ocean.
We will wash up on some distant shore as dreamers
We’ll live forever
the invisible monsters that thrive on your flesh,
string together pearly
words and pull them firm against your tired throat.
Your blood is tangerine wine to us and
we make a feast of sound from your twisted
sinew. We have repurposed you for the human heart.
We lay you to rest on the rib cage of the fatal world.
Silent stalks of green
grass, spotted in golden
dandelion heads have turned their gulping
mouths to the sun.
I know to walk here is to dance with smoke
and shadow. The dead seek the edge of the forest and their shrunken
shriveled bodies taste yesterday for every
Hidden in wild onion grass, I find myself
away in shades of blue
The cries are of a dying thing
alien cruel demanding I reach out
for comfort and the trembling
darklings burn to dust.
Take me home on the wings
of all the broken things, take me home
to the circling hawks buried woodland
trails the greenhouse and the leaning tree us in blue
Crocs and flipflops eating pulpy figs with dripping
hands brick patios pressed in 1943 basketball goals
with broken nets our names carved in cement forever and
you me you me you me
and you and me descend into the cloudless
cobalt sky on the backs of the wild trees.
All that is left
to see are the fields of wishing
Liz Adair is in her final year of undergraduate studies at the University of Alabama. Her work has been published in several undergraduate journals and reviews, and she hopes to continue to pursue her love of writing in grad school. When not writing, Liz enjoys hiking through Alabama’s sublime forests, reading trashy YA novels, and caring for her beloved rescue dog, Rocky.