This is the song
in the song they thought they knew,
had picked it up on their stroll of mere centuries
until she, not a history, still writing,
wrote it on the floor. And it is too late.

“When I Am the Reaper” & “A Leadspray of Starlings”

“the public pales / and pales you like meat in the wolf maw, snatches the tongue / out from under and dresses its windows in your shade”