Bird Dance

by Zehra Cirak

Bird Dance

A clapping a popping

a feathers-a-rustling

It flies me it flies me not

only if he moves his feet for the ritual

the heavenly ghosts arise for to dance

she loves him she loves him not

A ribbon a wing a light in the hole

found together they also signify

he gets me he gets me not

a push a wave

a sonic boom

who hears me who hears me not

and when the walls of the skies do quake

the heavenly ghosts sit down again

they battle they battle not

A bird a cloud a hole in the light

taken apart they also signify

it lives me it lives me not

a loving a fighting

a drunkenness of senses

there is me there is me not