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LIFE IN THE CEMETERY
5. Raining The Sea-Birds
this time, birds, i think they were sea gulls, began to fall from the sky, thudding onto the wet sand, their twisted wings & heads turned back-to-front, there was a baby albatross, i picked it up & greedily wanted to save its life, then even that died, oh, i said as each bird expired, its tiny breath into shells & seaweed, i am alone on a desolate beach, dreaming these dead birds into my life, oh, this is what i see when i stare into your eyes for hours, or when you look away & when you look back, with those swampy browns, the tide rises up, the moon pulses & the birds begin to fall, i imagine oceans of fish dying under the waves, i imagine myself drowning under there, as a child, as we must always be infants to the depth & size of the sea, many more dreams followed during the course of the day, as you smiled, the skies opened up & the birds began to fall |
