Caged Bird

Penchant for bats. Always 
nocturnal./ Sustained flight. 
Eyes piercing./ Incisors ready to 
dig in you with anticoagulant saliva. 
Your echolocation will attract 
more suicides./ Don’t write 
poems about leitmotivs. 
I will say. 

An imaginary withdrawl. 
I am no more in your eyes. A sheep 
jumps from the cliff. 
You start a bonfire / of all your wins 
as a signal. The immaculate dawn rising. 
Killing me.