by Pavel Chichikov
The nest is down
The red winged blackbirds mourn
A small white chip of shell
Not steel wire
Winding on a peg of steel –
A sweet chirping funeral
Saurian-necked geese
Honk oboes stuffed with grass –
A killdeer peeps and flutters
All this from above
Must seem like us
No more no less an obsequy
And yet much less
Although a solemn thing
It is to bury blackbirds in the grass
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