Black bird struttin’ by the road,
your wing’s draggin’.
you’re still proud.
what now black bird?
you still know the sentinel calls.
no use.
will you strut your heart stopt?
will the black bird that animates you
whip off?
away?
marry a chink in the sky?
will your bird folk render a moonless night
palpable:
say all the black
words
name the corn,
the carrion,
the black berries that enjoyed your
stomach,
the
what
it
was
that
lived
for
you?
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