You Who Are Literal

You who are literal even in love who treats each work as journey men to a fact, consider the ambiquity of birds; the ones pentemeter for instance the jay who names his territorys aloud _ _ _ you label those marital cries song and the weather: the operatic fall of a snow burries alive with it's grace notes the roots of trees we are only translators, uneasy unequiped in the hungry dawn strange syllables stain our mouths, like berries picked deep in the woods. Bitter or healing poisonous or sweet how are we to say?