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Canary in a coal mine Never learned to speak Never learned to fly Gilded plumage tarnished by the soot of your surroundings Don’t breathe they said, less dust settle in the trachea Cadenza cut by choking Treble tinged with poisoned honey Don’t fly, they pleaded, lest you plummet into the abyss Don’t play rough, lest the coals deface each fractal Crystalline Commodity Taxidermy tucked away under plexiglass Away from light Away from green Wings clipped for buyer’s viewing So you learned to croak A battle cry Learned to crawl You drank the moonlight with saucer eyes Learned to dream Dust to ashes ashes to dust Mottled feathers bloom into red and gold Phoenix rising Canary in a coal mine learned to be infinity
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Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 1:30 AM UTC
elizabeth-s-1
Canary in a Coal Mine
Canary in a coal mine Never learned to speak Never learned to fly Gilded plumage tarnished by the soot of your surroundings Don’t breathe they said, less dust settle in the trachea Cadenza cut by choking Treble tinged with poisoned honey Don’t fly, they pleaded, lest you plummet into the abyss Don’t play rough, lest the coals deface each fractal Crystalline Commodity Taxidermy tucked away under plexiglass Away from light Away from green Wings clipped for buyer’s viewing So you learned to croak A battle cry Learned to crawl You drank the moonlight with saucer eyes Learned to dream Dust to ashes ashes to dust Mottled feathers bloom into red and gold Phoenix rising Canary in a coal mine learned to be infinity
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Fruit Salad “I love you” is a lullaby Lull me to sleep with the butterfly thrum of steel on steel on wood on mango flesh My tongue salivates for Peach pits and persimmons Trickling with sweet summer sap; Elixir for the gods “I love you” was never the song of goldfinches Instead I grow up listening To the rough-hewn symphony of Callused hands chopping fruit salad clementine and banana slices In the Soviet Union, bananas were a luxury, So you charted a course Flew red white and blue polyester half-mast to a land paved with gold and candy Crying out “I love you,” when the hull struck Brighton shore Pomegranate seed lodged in your throat a caged bird singing Semi-Russian semi-English semi-Yiddish Hymn for a country that barely blinked at your embrace But your song is enough for me
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Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 1:27 AM UTC
elizabeth-s-1
Fruit Salad
Fruit Salad “I love you” is a lullaby Lull me to sleep with the butterfly thrum of steel on steel on wood on mango flesh My tongue salivates for Peach pits and persimmons Trickling with sweet summer sap; Elixir for the gods “I love you” was never the song of goldfinches Instead I grow up listening To the rough-hewn symphony of Callused hands chopping fruit salad clementine and banana slices In the Soviet Union, bananas were a luxury, So you charted a course Flew red white and blue polyester half-mast to a land paved with gold and candy Crying out “I love you,” when the hull struck Brighton shore Pomegranate seed lodged in your throat a caged bird singing Semi-Russian semi-English semi-Yiddish Hymn for a country that barely blinked at your embrace But your song is enough for me
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