There is a curled bird,
being claimed
by the earth. The sun
breathes no life into it.
Its blackened beak is
bent into its wings,
snapped like twigs,
posed as though
it were preening eternally.
except for the morbid, and
the curious child,
there are ants.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
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