The Viscous Silence

Of It Being Decided

Though I wasn't invited to

The Ceremony,

I happened to find leftover fliers and

party decorations

When the passersby

See that I've spotted the remnants,

Their guilt freezes them in place

The traffic haults

Icicles form

Years pass

And in the desert,

Birds lose wing mobility in midair

Fall from the sky

Splatter into puddles

Too far away for me to see

But the blood droplets still find a way onto my face

And despite my absence, I can hear the sounds

Of mangy coyotes rummaging through the

Exploded bird piles, forever choking on

Splintered bones