The Sparrow`s Order Poem by Leslie Philibert

I walk between a forest and a river,
one male, one female,
they are both grey.

They are filled with relics,
skulls peek through trees,
the path is ringed with rainwater.

The wind is before time,
I am a black box in a falling plane,
unable to register panic.

Cat children whine in the undergrowth,
like lovers tumbling in fern.
A lost playing card, the nine of hearts.

A dead sparrow, frozen in the track of
a departed tractor. seems to say,

This is not your place!
Take your sorrow and leave!