Crazier Than Birdsong

There were days when my ribcage housed hummingbirds but they’re long gone now having died or fled; all death is fleeing and often there is no apparent cause I listen to the sounds lost into the city and it is crazier than birdsong; I manage a smile and walk on I think of my escape bone it’s in there somewhere lodged in the back of my head between the unpaid bills and the singing terror I take flight and swear I see a hummingbird.