Out of Key

To the starling its song

Is a release as beautiful

Necessary

And meaningless

As a human shitting

Don’t tell me to try perching

Myself all day on some

Shriveled branch

Music goes unequivocally in both ears

Circling around something

Long enough that something

Becomes the circling

Don’t tell me the tiny god

In your golden locket grows

I’ve been a parking lot with no cars

And I’ve been a car with no parking

The starling sings regardless