4 and 20 blackbirds
i climb the way an eagle hunts
fast and hungry
i get to the top and try out everywhere to sit
the best spot leaves my feet hanging over the edge
i lean in for a better look down
and the wind picks up and rights me
i bring my hands together and watch the sound stretch toward the horizon
my hair and clothes blow back as the echo slaps me in the face
i'll know when the time is right
and the time is now
i'm only afraid of what will happen to the man with no fear
i spit in my hands
and i clap a beat that splits the sky
i'm put off balance by blindfolds of pastel coloured sheet lightning
but the rhythm doesn't change
the electric sound of heavy water falling and the crack in the sky grows big and dark
thousands of black birds fly out in V formation
the belts of lightning showing off the pearlescent imperfections in their plumage
and i'm looking down a tunnel at the kaleidoscope of dark light
the birds come together in a new pattern
winding around each other until i can see nothing else
they swoop as one in a ring around me
moving in unison with the waves of sound that encompass the summit
the first one enters through my left eye
the eye fills with shimmering light
and becomes a cavity - a hollow entrance
the thousands of birds follow and fill my skull
i feel them moving around and within themselves
until the first one punches out my right eye from the inside
and the stream flows back into the bellowing sky
through the gaping lesion
like a crystal river running through a jagged canyon
my brain begins to stir
ruffling it's fledgling feathers to shake itself to it's feet
it bursts out through my face screaming
the huge black bird soars and dives and i feel my body go limp
i collapse forward as the sky becomes dull
and the bird that's my brain lands on the other side of the crack
my empty body falls from the top
the wind whistles through my fingers
as i return to the earth i split the ground on impact
i fold through the gap
and the beat goes on