It was a dark night
And the Canary lay by the window
She contemplates what it quite is
That defines her existence
Is it THE HANGMAN?
No, that answer is too simple
And she doesn't live to serve him
She is her own woman
And she doesn't live to destroy him
He does that to himself
When the rain falls
Clashing with the windowsill
She comes to realize:
Her purpose is simply greatness and death
Canary Love
Poem 18