Listening With Non-Human Others
Ossicles
Words and music by Jo Collinson Scott. 

I am under the wave moving
In a spiral of endless reeds
Where there is no rest
Even an empty space resonates
Like the inside of my guitar
Pressed against my chest

​The hammer hits the anvil and
Here we sit
With eternity in our mouths
The hammer hits the anvil and
You turn in your sleep
Muttering “unjust, unjust”

There are no ideas, just listening
In the spiral of endless noise
A tattoo on the wrist
Even though I truly love them
There are too many words, and
Held within a fist
​
The hammer hits the anvil and
Here we sit
With eternity in our mouths
The hammer hits the anvil and
You turn in your sleep
Muttering “unjust, unjust”

​All the words that have ever been said
Weigh down,
Weigh down my head