No more than the bird with piercing voice
do you stake my heart, the dumb
drum that feels its own
concentric pain, no more

Then the bird with piercing voice
stakes a wider, colder claim
than yours, to which I’m bound
but no more than the bird

With piercing voice I stake your name
in night, stalk the pulse of memory
no more then the bird with piercing voice
unfolds in me its blind and final wings