Evangel

by Robert Bové

Shamans named you robin

                      somewhere on the trek

      to Atlantic

splashed with

                      Jesus blood, little bird

      of passion, hellfire

heard as herald

                  of inspiration

      companionship.

Christ knows, I could go on, but

you’ve gone on two weeks

staccato robin calling out

                  automaton cry

      mockingbirds don’t ape

thin feet overgrown

                  by roosting branch—

      you must be starved

                      a tape loop in my tree

a scratching on the roof

      then, more news.

© 2003 by Robert Bové (From The UFOs of October. iUniverse: 2003.)

Robert Bové's web site is http://RobertBove.net.