AN AVIARY IN MY SOUL
the partridge flies,
in circles i know no circumference,
over fields i've forgotten to map.
bluebirds sit upon the wires,
caseing this joint called earth
for a few hip chicks and a bite to eat.
vultures cloud out the sun,
as the carrion piles up
in the shadow of our goodwill and charity.
the doves have all gone away,
hiding from the bullets and poison
of the hunters paid to eliminate these pests.
copyright © 1995 Matte Elsbernd