September 15, 2013 § Leave a comment
Here, I recall a Tuesday darkly grey
when Sunshine flew against the window pane
a snap, a flutter, crack and listless fall
her neck askew she tumbled – autumn dry
to rest upon the carpet brown below.
They told no tale of heaven for a bird,
no funeral for yellow feathered friend –
the garbage men took her away instead
consumed by all the weight of rancid trash.
I found in Death a businessman that day:
he reaped and gathered, on from house to house
methodical and calculating, step-
by-step he went. And I saw him to be
an absence of the lightness known in youth.