Kintsugi Song
Can you not hear her
cracked wing? Music wrenched
from song's beak, she is trying
to feed closed-eyed
hatchlings.
She slides along broken
boughs like violin quivers
worm-wriggled and brambled
to the place the nest rests.
Soundless, somehow, she
vibrates
and notes float, open-
beaked, gulping gold-filled
scars. Stitched back
into careful trill
her bowed wing