Not Content to be Burdened With

This bird like a prophet, sings of fairy tale endings, blowing them out among the trees as
if it must be burdened by things its wings are not
content to be burdened with, this blue-black bird of night, bird of eternal dark flame, bird
of well-kept secrets, of come-hither melodies, bird
of liquid shadow, praise be, great
bird of the pre-dawn
dark, bird of
the mid-