Birdwolf is a new year-long project authored by the collective Entropy community. It is a collaborative online epic poem written by the Entropy community on a weekly basis. A different author will write the next stanza or section of the poem each week, to be posted every Tuesday, following the previous post from the previous week, and following a very limited set of guidelines (that each author has one week to write the next piece after the previous week’s installment goes up, that the installment should build from the previous section’s content and form, and that contributions should range between 8 and 24 lines or be a visual work).
Follow the entire epic poem here: Birdwolf.
The seventh installment is presented this week by Davis Land.
& as if we were song,
the movement of boats & the way tar
seals the diving bell.
here is the bird & its rain,
here is the bird & its morning becoming less
than the weight of the snow that
collapses the powerline. it is the
way that we move which is confusing.
the sound of the window, riddled with rain. now,
the rest of the time
we spend locked
in place—the wolf being let in. as if
trapped underwater, staying silent, deferring to a lover
& not the animal;
song, & not
Davis Land is a person from Texas. They are an editor of Alien Mouth and sometimes do things on the radio. Find more about them at http://davisland.info