A Small Death Poem by Leslie Philibert

A Small Death



A bird has
changed its body,
downgraded to

a requiem of light bones,
a lost map of flight,
a bag of foreign coins.

Black as old water,
empty as a gutted fish,
still as a prayer,

skinless as the
crashed sky,
eyeless with dismay.

Sunday, February 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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