this is it you fucks,
you cowardly trolls,
this is when you will emerge
the albino pigeon from
legerdemain hands
in velveteen sleeves

this is it you birds,
you flapping indenture,
this is when you slip
from the warlock's white gloved grip
ascending to the rafters
to wait for an open
window

this is the day you are
sold into a new custody,
your defenestration a contractual
transfer to the
deceptively
slippery knots
of the sky-
way