A Yew Berry In The Frost

Los aves del sangre float above my bed during the winter months
the months
of the Stark Differences
of the Mosquito Thaws
and the Daytime Blindness
The lungs and livers of mice and pine martens
are crackling with frost
So the birds curl up in mine
chins soaked in the slick warmth of my blood
The ice collects around the claret stains in the corners of my mouth
and I watch it bounce
ping
ping
ping
like a bullet off the snow