Weezing Geiser

I am without feeling now, says the sparrow.
I am without feeling and my wings are like ice.

But then I spotted a second sparrow walking
away, down the ice ring, around the circle.

It's hard not to think about the job you perform.
Big moolah for your molars.
Baby.

Buildings felled in every direction.
The hands of a stone giant captured on my digital.
When we were teenagers we would sneak around.

Self-complexities. Reaching around to your neck.
Your neck brace was made with gold.
I am the sparrow sinking into quicksand.

He didn't know how to draw a bald eagle. He subdued.
The train kept coming. Over and out again.