Out of Key
To the starling its song
Is a release as beautiful
Necessary
And meaningless
As a human shitting
Don’t tell me to try perching
Myself all day on some
Shriveled branch
Music goes unequivocally in both ears
Circling around something
Long enough that something
Becomes the circling
Don’t tell me the tiny god
In your golden locket grows
I’ve been a parking lot with no cars
And I’ve been a car with no parking
The starling sings regardless