Nigel Milsom: Judo-House part 9 (birdland)

Black and Yellow My song is black and yellow bees and tigers, wattle in the burnt bush, my singing is synaesthesia, the colour of boxers dreaming hope inside the mine We all come out of the darkness. We are the ore of the womb, shell-less eggs arriving wary, our cries lack melody and then we harden as we must before we go down as we must. The canaries are waiting in the pit, we pass them frailly singing in the darkness with our picks and drills and whistle back to them their yellow song. I am yellow and of the...