"Golden Rue" and "Birds"

Golden Rue

I gargantuan, they in the skies
yet lower they to the ground
with gold the moonless were golden,
me: blooded for thee a sight to enjoy,
thee, Virginia, moonless thee
 
if ape thinks of a palace, behold,
at the very-most least an aviary
for letters' newborn steeds!
 
I, more, I inched all drenched
blooded for thee a sight to enjoy
but glumly she bird then just die

Birds

voice the written, look: ticket ache,
every identified vice names death
they have living down, for wings only
 
lamp all dashed white rest center
lamp serious of broad fire
death is separating your brain from you
thirsty birds in spring
always chase your flame away
 
fire angled bloody red flashes
much dark is a lot drank
yet dreamt of that moon table
& emeralds my foam stature shadowed
bird bundles shadow your least freakery
 
birds are also your behavior,
birds, absolutely wrong the
dull deductible power —
 
you who think nothing of their name, tremble!