IN AN AGE OF INSANITY!

The dead canaries 
are still screeching
as the wolves claw at the door.

*They told me that dead
birds mean new
beginnings but all I see 
are shattered
hopes.

I looked the corpse
in the eye and
I swore that
I could see the shape
of tomorrow in smoke 
and razor teeth
reflected in glassy beads.

I paid the hag
in gold coin,
and then the witch
took the rotted
thing away, 
still shouting.*

The dead canaries 
are forever screaming
as the wolves break down the door.