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Impressions of a Bird Song

Its wings spread wide, feathers like spikes to frighten or chide. The eye shocks, suddenly fierce. With violent squacks its cries pierce twilight: it hurls and chokes its curse on impudent squirrels, on sparrows, dumb churls whose demurrals free bread crumbs. A man leans back, laughing. He becomes the sound ...

Death of a Cat

It’s not so much that I am grieving. That would be an overstatement. Still there is the blur of loss that flickers through my gut whenever I recall the dead body as I first found it this morning, stretched out perfectly in the tall grass by the end of my driveway. I picked her up not five minutes after she died. She was ...

Lay in a Deep Confusion

The stone was in the ground, the body, as though delivered from mere surface, was out of sight; the unreflective soil lay over it, and that was that. For days, he bore it, grieving sorely but not despairing; death, whose quiet approach had more than once already come near him, to his thinking was not strange: the ...

St. Sebastian

Trembled by the muscle’s clustered grip On each shaft’s head, the sprouted wood began A bird wing’s measured beat, as if to fan The crisp air with the lifeblood’s giddy clip, Pulsing the measured rhythm’s rise and dip, And flapping the awkward scaffold of the man. It wasn’t according to the archers’ plan, To ...