Cranes

Their mouths whisper close to each other

Two cranes wrap their legs around

It's summer, always summer

For the cranes

Winter is the other man, yet

there is but one mouth

Moving, never speaking

Fatal scent in the air

Destruction is a putrid word

And hope is not in my lexicon

The other man was Napoleon

Never conquering cranes

Sacrificial lambs to the forces that

Haven't begun to speak

This is no complaint

It's about cranes that cannot migrate

Because they don't know how.