hawking

staggered sable curls
on an empty slated face
hearing her voice
and feeling my hand.

eyes that move all around
I'm prying from a mind
a last chance
with the name I can't speak

it falls dead at my feet
slithers up etched legs
that can't lift
a body
heavy and breathing.

a brushing caw
said he was getting better
falling out to see me
promising freedom

I climbed out the door
now he's tagged and chained
I won't be back at all
His remains in the day that I left him