In The Grand Scheme By Mike Davis

a sparrow or a finch with tears
a poisoned orange
the castle and the river running through
passing with it a body bound in tape
and the peasants gather 'round a wooden spindle
i wear a coat of arms & arms & arms
we smoke signal the dead and shoot our
lost WWII cannon straight at the sun
in the water in the water we sit we sit

my brother (the one caught in a birdhouse)
has developed birds wings under his normal arms
this bothered my uncle
who was a pig getting drunk every night
by the peasants
who want to eat him
but no matter
in the end we all just wash out to sea
wrapped in gauze and whispers of our loved ones
(or maybe they just fire us out of a cannon)