So near a starved/sick American crow,
And spastic flaps of both her frosty wings—
Perhaps a sign of life-force in passing—
Beneath shade, of huddled slouching willows,
(that seemed concerned as if the young bird's folks),
I stood, my back against the gnarled barks.
Unread are rimes God Almighty's composed.
Awash in flurry here was I at once
In spry bodiless feathers, iced, rainbowed—
Perhaps those of a violet-green swallow—
Tender as tulip petals, dewed berry;
Or voiceless flame long sapped, and sewed long slow
Into the seam of dark, the graceful corpse;
by glacial gusts anatomized, unmourned.
And spastic flaps of both her frosty wings—
Perhaps a sign of life-force in passing—
Beneath shade, of huddled slouching willows,
(that seemed concerned as if the young bird's folks),
I stood, my back against the gnarled barks.
Unread are rimes God Almighty's composed.
Awash in flurry here was I at once
In spry bodiless feathers, iced, rainbowed—
Perhaps those of a violet-green swallow—
Tender as tulip petals, dewed berry;
Or voiceless flame long sapped, and sewed long slow
Into the seam of dark, the graceful corpse;
by glacial gusts anatomized, unmourned.
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