Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Kill

A small bird
imagine it young
panicked by a butcher
chased by a killer
crashes into a high wire
butcher bird hovers
then hawk falls-rises
feathered pom-pom in its beak
EPIRB bird  peeps grow weak
in the charnel house among leaves

Thursday, May 10, 2012


When I learned I was a poet
first I laughed
--then I cried.