“Speaking”

you lost your words, but
i did everything I could
to find them. they hang
unspoken, out of reach.
i couldn’t do it.

“Rooked”

Bristling with light bones
they lost themselves
on streets familiar
in that strange
spirally sort of way,
a city wrapping itself
around a focal point
a centre
something that draws
all of the buildings
together into one
encompassing entity
designated a city
on ledgers somewhere
and in the occupants
heads