Campus trees, grown tall, shadow this forgotten place.
In one small room, The Birds of Europe rage,
awaiting Judgement’s storm and fire. That day,
released from their engraver’s burning cage,
red breast, white wing, gold eye will light
the dust-grey shelves, as each one flees
through broken windows, hinge-sagging doors,
to settle, call and sing in the unlettered trees.
