gravity is a form of love/the heart dentist

i. bird song and planet spin

down the long rills and funnels of bird song
into the headblasting wind of the new day
as the earth furls and twists
her daily spin.

here, in these parts, i don't know the songs
of these birds. their sudden pats and thrills:
how they wake me, as if i'm on the wrong planet.
some of them seem to be complaining.

others startle the whole sky with lyric.
i point my head east and feel the wind of how
we are turning in the galaxy in a slow whinnying
corral of sun spinning. gravity is a form of love.

ii. the heart dentist

extraction, dental or of the heart variety,
is best done quickly. some people find pain comforting.
i hope you can't see the gaping hole
in my chest

left by the heart dentist, how come they were
all out of anaesthesia when you started dying
quicker than we all are? is your planet spinning
faster now, in a diminishing gyre,
a downward
descent
to
final
fusion?