Fly away, God Said

Little black and white birds 
fleeting and chattering
telling me little secrets of the Other Side
sometimes screeching
sometimes mocking
sometimes they sing little songs and give me
complicated ideas that my smoothe,
reptilian brain cannot piece together
The little black and white birds have been travelling here from far away, and their numbers will grow until I have been taken away
I will not mourn or make any bones
 I have seen them coming one by one
since I was a child
I was chosen
by the little black and white birds

Little black and white birds
some hot with righteous anger as they tear their 
own flesh out in a maniacal, twisted ritual some 
ridden with brainrot and stubborn
and will never surrender, even though
there is nothing to surrender 
some as bleak and dark as a winter's morning
gazing listlessly, disassociated from the flock
Some are gargantuan, blocking out the entire atmosphere
some are small like insects humming pestilence into my ears
there is
no God to be found in any of this.

the little black and white birds fly south
north, then south again with their multifarious
wings beating against the path of the stars and
the sky as they gnash and scream and
attempt to stay in formation
they look more like a swarm of bats
as the violence and chaos of the Universe
beams from my eyeballs and scorches the earth
no more friends
no more family
the last thing I will see 
will be little black and white birds