poetry

wirejay

To kill his cousin flits across my mind...

          A jay lights a wire,
  Shocking-white-bluey
    Against dourest sky—
I brood on beauty.

  His song, screamy-shrill;
          To kill his cousin
        Flits across my mind—
              An absurdity.

              Some chump pumps his gun,
        But shanks his wishes;
          Feathers flap away—
  And my lips curl up.

I’ve been that dumb-thump,
    And I don’t miss him,
  As I’ve been the bird
          His pellet just missed.


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