Philanthropic Glass Birds

Philanthropic glass birds wheel overhead.

I am a litany of byproducts.

My ocean is killing me,

Clipping onto me with Mary blue claws and

pulling a piece off at a time.

Suggest yarn,

rope,

a tale of few cities.

Something to tie and bind me,

amoeba shaped and expunged.

You are my cilia,

take me where the crystalline birds nest.