untitled / re; rain of birds

by essayan hart

this is what will happen now
as birds plummet from the sky
heartbreaking rain

first, i will remember
that you
never wanted to love me
and erase this charcoal outline
from my studio floor

second, i will forget to turn on the news
where undoubtably Glenn Beck
is rallying the horsemen
of his apolcalypse
praying that maybe
maybe someone will accidently
or quite directly

destroy that damn temple