from Murmuration
by Cheryl Snell
genre:
Poetry
description:
one of the sections from my new Gold Wake Press e chap
chapters
chapter 1:
IV
IV
chapter 1
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updated 07/24/08
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A bird calls,
jerks its head
to take in the carnage
of the storm, rubs against
a church pew lodged in the spar
of a splintered telephone pole.
Torn blossoms glimmer
above a rich sorrow of worms.
Dazed, the bird has lost
the longitude and latitude of home.
Hurled through with feathers,
the air is filled with wings luffing
across the rusting sun.
All the bird has to do is follow its fellow,
leave a wake of shipwrecked city.
The machines have all ceased speaking.
Water stains spread, brown-edged
maps to nowhere.
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jerks its head
to take in the carnage
of the storm, rubs against
a church pew lodged in the spar
of a splintered telephone pole.
Torn blossoms glimmer
above a rich sorrow of worms.
Dazed, the bird has lost
the longitude and latitude of home.
Hurled through with feathers,
the air is filled with wings luffing
across the rusting sun.
All the bird has to do is follow its fellow,
leave a wake of shipwrecked city.
The machines have all ceased speaking.
Water stains spread, brown-edged
maps to nowhere.
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