The sky falls most heavily on the heads of those formerly winged.

One by one they come to their senses
through the tragedy of an unavoidable compulsion
out of the thick hungover fog of midnight
finding nothing,
finding no one
familiar.

Oh theirs is a family now,
vegan and dry,
hair thin
flesh thick.

Me,
I feel like I am still on fire
in taxis at all hours
in every manner of condition
running toward
chasing down
running from.

At some point we looked out of place
because we were out of place
and now
after everything
here
we
are.