Oily crow feathers

 Where are you out here, where nothing breathes?
Could I offer you an empty promise illuminated
Just fly on smoothly down to it, fly around me
empty cage rusty handsome ruthless and lonesome
out here where the universe forgot to breathe

So let me usher you in the door, this windless day
call you in randomly from outside, where even the clouds hold tight
not drop not a spec for you, cut into the murder
wings must evolve on you, a few trillion heartbeats and some ice
smoothly off the transparent freeze into the vibrating liquid
and you are now born

Let me grease those lungs your future trail
you may just slip headfirst and slide the rest of the way into yourself
empty and prosperous eye for a mirror
a screen shot of yourself for yourself reassurance in supplement form
rusty handsome and ruthless, lonesome on the musty wind

Carried far from the organized space
the alter and simulated space of perfect ritual
where you all worship a lie with words dressed in truths
wearing tunics and gas mask makeup on the plastic dripping off
crow feathers in a universe that forgot to breathe