i sang myself blue
thousands of years before i was born
and so i was born
out
of
voice
my father tried to teach me to sing early one morning
but I refused to get out of bed
and instead
when he was gone
long gone
proper gone
i went for a long wet walk in the damp woods
i followed the voices of birds whose name i do not wish to know
but will always follow their call
away
from flags
away
from symbols
away
from language
away
