Death is the monster of beauty
what lines come in the sun of
early morning
death is the grackle, is the crow
is the obsession with birds at all
we know them by name and
have whispered them like secret
mathematics, 8 grackles, it means
something, a single heron, an eagle
we we we are dominated by this-
hoping the day becomes important
because a murder of crows sits in
the dead maple, or 2 crows and a
red wined black bird are chasing
a hawk, how important, it's like
vision, it's nature and it is outside
commerce completely, save for the
book to I.D. such important players
and so she, and me separately now
strike out, to see, to elevate the
moment, to soar or sing differently
free for a time, important, of wing.
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