jailsong

jailsong

Scarred by the songs of the neighborhood folk
we take on the style of hit-and-run nesters.

Responsible for birth.
Responsible for death.
Responsible for survival.

Struck by the blow of a motherless childhood
we claim our innocence with a trace of fraud.

Responsible for birth.
Responsible for death.
Responsible for survival.

Plagued by the shells from the egg assaults
we burst with the stories of nestling deaths.

Who cares about birth.
Who cares about death.
We care about survival.

Travesty plunders the air we breathe
as the eggs keep falling and falling and falling.

Who cares about birth.
Who cares about death.
We care about survival.

Caged in the dreams of a grisly past
We fill the air with loud complaints.

Responsible for you.
Responsible for me.
Responsible for survival.

Deeply disturbed by our jailbird myth
we wail the nightmare of the double-deal.

Anne La Berge 2008

end of Scene 4 in Jailbirds: a music theater work for uiuiuikoo