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 tenth installment is presented this week by Sylvia Chan.
I watch the flashes of hate that gnawed in the overnight
That china must be pretty slim cause her tits is awful
poor the only nothing they slop must be cartilage
And like the bitter cold of the swallowed dove,
our insecurities launch the nailbeds of the dead:
. . . I know the counterfeit night
. . . I know the terribly wrong, dead man’s pilot light
The dead man nuzzles my side
Touches between my legs and says excuse me
I did it: I am the dove’s war cry
War of xenophobia and silence
He requests that I perform for him
I told the others to leave the dove
but the dove persuaded them to witness