Now I Lie Down

I know a lot about acceptance;  it's taken
a long time to acquire a sense
of closure.  But still

when sleeping, a falling, fatal bird
anticipates crash & crush, the last breath
a strange forced song rushing forth

away from memory; its silence demanding
no apology, no calculation of loss, even less
a determination

of value. Even angels acknowledge limitation,
submission and want;  their hollowed, white winged
prayers simply

an instinctual act
of submission.