Tied to a slab, the songbird’s heart
beats SOS to Gaia
while the model exposes the box to the crowd.
Gasps & moans blinker the lights.
Before she can close the box, the bird flies
back to an era before a net could fall.
A hunter sighs, the wind dies.
Posters are never made. A Christian settler
wrestles an ox-drawn plow.
Continents past, the women’s feet were tied
songbirds netted & eaten
barely dead, whole & raw.
Deer were tattooed totems.
Violent weather blistered the night
while the moon’s shaman sacrificed for stars.