In my mind I can see black hummingbirds fly
in the corners they swoop where glass figures cry
they sail on updrafts where the young laugh and taunt
and the black hummingbirds watch, in the darkness they haunt
they feed not on nectars or sweetness's grown
they feed on the minds of people well known
wings hum in the darkness, black shadows on black
and they jet in and out of the minds files once stacked
they watch from each corner, their wings sow a low groan
in the depths of the minds of the people well known
hands clench to their heads where black hummingbirds fly
they fall to their knees and the glass figures try
to get up and focus on things they once knew
its time, the darkness, then-- black hummingbirds flew