the cat and the canary

I see the feathers
in their mouths,
on their lips. the canary
gone.
they know.
I know that they know
everything,
but I don't care
anymore.
let them choke on the bones
of that dead
bird.
let them swallow
the secrets
that's been whispered
into their ears.
let their vows of silence
keep them warm
at night.
it no longer matters.
i'm gone, i'm out.