Who listens to the voice of
The birdbrain who
Sings, sings, sings?
Nobody.
Who can hear it?
Everybody.
Until it swallows its tongue
To feed itself,
Until it can no longer
Take the heed of its own voice
And listen to thy ways,
Until it becomes noise
Until it lets itself
Land in a shell's hollow
For the noise and the bone
To become sound and flesh
To become harmony
Listen to the voice of democracy
Itself as Another