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[ She presented to us a poem of human death; all I could see ]

She presented to us a poem of human death; all I could see
was the body of a bird I had once attempted to save,
his body rapidly cooling; small, pink heart no longer beating
under translucent skin. The last cry I heard him utter was perhaps
his first, then his mouth, previously opening and closing in pain
or in search of food or air, closed along with his eyes.

Like a human child, born on the wrong side of town,
he fell from his nest onto the hard concrete. Tooth-pick
bones shattered. Other than the trail of ants marching
towards his grave, no sign was left that he had ever lived.

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