[Poem] They Matched the Sky

2009-07-14 @ 11:49 p.m.

everywhere I turn

dead birds

twisted a fragment of
flight feather forever
trampled

black red blue
bone sinew
crawling maggots
winding
flies

dust dirt gravel
and unblinking eyes

unforgiving
earth
scratched for sustenance
now

a funeral bed

and it is a shame:

they matched the sky
like a
fractured
twin

---

myths of grandeur
for nestlings with

pinfeathers

when death calls
our bodies

explode:
our feathers are clouds
our wings the wind

our eyes are the sun
and our song
the scent
of flowers on the breeze
from

budding
young
spring trees

when death calls

---

dreams crushed
doves and dust

myth only myth

the song lives on
only in
that special gasp of horror:

this is a hollow way to spend forever