grey Tuesday

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.

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