Sparrow

The tiny hole of the sun, a scream tied
In its mouth, bores down on the bird corpse. Red
Rings its wind-scored blossom. It is spread wide
On the asphalt, like pieces of a word
Ruthless and bright, stretching its silent threads
Around our ripe hands. Now it is absurd
This bleak transparency that, with slack-eyed
Design, squats over the stump of day. Blurred
Hearts are heaped in its raw hold. Light cannot
Link it, tasting dusk where it hurls its will
Blended into the creases of our own
Cries, we gulp like speared fish as a bent chill
Blasts. Nothing looms, all other forms have flown
And with our nails we nurture in its rot



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Writer(s): Bleach For The Stars
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