every canary has a star in its' mouth that can stop a .50 caliber bullet. and little black eyes. the south face of a north wind has always been polite before shattering your bones,
it is peculiar, but the very thing that makes you breathe makes you need too. the fix is in.
II
cruelty is the soft grit of pitch dark.
III
every canary has another word for suffocation. it rhymes with kerosene and licks its' teeth. it sleeps in the barn. Feasting on horses - and dung. it sounds like falling and glowing, but feels like extinction. it obliterates the need for another word for Hope.