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 seventeenth installment is presented this week by Laura Vena.
Unlike bodies shrugged with palms cupped,
This hero spirals downward, wild dogs at heels
Birds at her temple, the memory of arrows
This time, a hero falling, fighting thousands, these
Monsters wearing brother’s face, father’s,
Masked in humanity but shuddering with technologies,
And her plunging into night, bare and eternal
Maps of falling and falling, her plummeting as meat
She hears North Wind’s circular trumpeting,
Feels, in retreat, the heat of brushfires,
Calls for him to blow in another direction,
Howling for righting the inverted migrations
In gardens divided by brick and sage
If to live, swallow that myth with featherless
Descending beyond three kingdoms of forgetting
And honor, courts of beheaded truces, where
Groans rumble as drums gather enchantments
That collapse, spilled, gleaming, wet as warrior
The warrior was woman, awake and falling,
By lungs’ treachery, unshouldering the grey
The air pebbles a cold stoning against her skin.