Neck Pains

I sit on the warm concrete sidewalk outside

Butterflies?

Flowers? 

Too many to decide

I start to notice their broken hymns

Why can I hear the birds, but can't see them?

I shield my eyes, and look up to the trees

Rustle

Caw

I rise to my knees

Then I stagger to my feet

Then my feet leave the ground

Oh

No

In my head there's a sound

It's low and soft, a clock wrapped in cloth

I can't move my arms, my breathing has stopped

My neck is stretching, my head scrapes the pine

Pop

Crack

It has broken my spine