that same dead bird
back two days ago
sat staring up at me
with a lone eye
cartilage missing ripped
from its flapping abdomen.
Have I mentioned
I've passed on over
passed now beyond my own mind
Have I noted
that infinitely singular
sensation that
loneliness of intellect
that moment before sunset
when death comes to collect
back taxes to that day
when you flow in
down into your mother's arms.
He approaches with piqued interest.
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