This is posted in response to an OS blog:

http://open.salon.com/blog/kenmi1/2009/04/29/how_could_i_be_late_again

 Bird Skulls

Lately
Skulls of birds haunt my dreams
I opened a drawer a drawer like any other
I had cut my finger again
It was brimful of the skulls of crows
I had to be careful shutting it
The one below it the skulls of herons or something with long beaks like that
But only a dozen or so
Rattling against each other
No bandages my finger kept bleeding
Nothing to wipe up with either
Just heron skulls rolling around with a dry and hollow helpless sound
Across the bottom of the painted wooden drawer
Something told me not to even try to open the last drawer
Even though I was bleeding extravagantly it was eerie
The rest of the dream was a search through rooms and corridors
Closets shelves blood dripping on the floor everyplace
Bland people self-involved would turn incuriously and shoot me a look
Like I was committing some faux pas
I should search more coolly
The fuss was unseemly it wasn't the bleeding
But their shelves held random collections of bric-a-brac and bird skulls
No plants no photographs nothing absorbent painted surfaces
Bottles
Ivory letter openers
Sparrow skulls