Single Cylinder

David Bowie: Dead man walking

It was at an intersection
A street
Named after a bird
That lays eggs covert
Into another's nest
Impostor children
Rise to a station
Unknown
While the mother can fly
Away
So high
So high
So be it

The vibrations of the single cylinder
Iron heart
Burred between my legs
As I sat
On English steel

The turn capturing
The sight
Of the one
Unexpected

Harsh shadows made quick work
Turning what
Had been
Into a Kraken
Tentacle legs ravenous
Pulling towards
Sharp beak
Forever gnawing
Gnawing forever

One hand was on the wheel
One on the phone
That she says
She doesn't use
Meanwhile
The single cylinder
Beats
Continual
Though it all

Light turns green
I follow
She turns
On a street foreign
I follow
Meanwhile the single cylinder beats
Continue
Through it all

The turn
Into another birds nest
She parks
As
I pass
I turn
Inside
I die
Meanwhile the single cylinder beats
Continue
Through it all