Tonight

tonight

my sparrows

let go

the snow

                                    into fields of carnations swollen with anger.

tonight

the three popes

proclaim

the revolution

                                    against teenage television.

seals smash

their heads

bloody

their heads

on the elevators

the paternoster elevators

                                    which delays the holding of their conference.

tonight

my sister

the wind's bride

gives blood

for the cello

of the jericho desert

                                    which prompts the trombones                                    

                                    to hold a protest meeting.

tonight

I hang your lips

like birdseed

outside my door

and observe

through the window

their death-struggle

with the she vulture.

tonight

let go

the snow