An old house

starving in the woods

and we lived moving

the clock forward

to set it all back

 

                        so happy

The circles the birds

the lost interest

the kids all crying uncle

 

Something humming

in the dark

 

In the photograph

the girl on a red bike

dowsed in leaking light

carries us along

vanishing into the forest

 

Look the baby in the eye

                        she says

 

The swarms the helicopters

the fallen trees the cracked glass

 

The production of a song

                        by contradiction

                        of the message

 

The posts in the ground and

the missing fence

 

how can we even talk about winning