glass birds

two glass birds

floating in a pond

one is breaking

while the other one looks on

one is singing

a lovely song

one's been sinking

all along

the birds

they float so close together

a shot breaks off another feather

both are sinking

both are thinking

why can't we just meld together

the sun grows brighter

but the birds can't sing

they're swimming up

and everything

is here to weigh them down

their pieces swirling

to sandy ground

they're drowning now

and more and more

fragments

dip below the surface

betraying their only purpose

the cadence of their dying cries

littering the empty skies

both are blinking

both are thinking

weren't we meant to be together

I'll lend you another feather

they break themselves to mend each other

but the pieces don't quite fit

and they both begin to slip

two glass birds

broken on the floor