White Space

building a spaceship
     to take me to a moon
made out of makkoli
        a dead sparrow falls
through the window i
    left open overnight
  in case it snowed . . . 

   the sparrow's white
beak & feathers are
          frozen (made of snow
   i hold in my hands
  as if it might melt
& outside even the
         moon's falling down

like snow or a bird
       in the darkest days
(when the spaceships
           first landed here
i used to trap birds
     sell them for spare
           parts & makkoli

now i can't remember
  why birds fly or fall
& i'm stuck down here
       in a metal workshop
trying to make another
    spaceship to fly us &
the frozen birds home