CANARY
- Dark Poets Club
- Jul 27, 2024
- 1 min read
By Frank William Finney
Sing, canary:
sing to the din.
Hop your bones
from perch to perch.
Sift the hulls
for vestiges.
The gate is locked.
The cage, a cage.
A skull stares
from the mirror.
It’s getting close
to closing time.
Sing, canary, sing.