[Poem] They Matched the Sky
2009-07-14 @ 11:49 p.m.
everywhere I turndead 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