A Small Death

a poem

A bird has

changed its body

downgraded to

a requiem of light bones,

a lost map of flight,

a bag of foreign coins.

Black as old water,

empty as a gutted fish,

still as a prayer.

Skinless as the

crashed sky,

eyeless with dismay.

Reviews

[Geo Lawrence]

poignant and scary; yet I can help but fill my being with an over whelming feeling of emphaty for the poor winged creature! A fantastic skill you have displayed in few words!

[Coyote Song]

A wonderful write with outstanding imagery. I feel sorry for dead birds when I see them. Lucky its not often.

[Valentine]

I watch the birds coming to the feeders here and wonder how when it hits -33 degrees here at night in this very snowy place, how do they not freeze to death. God must have given then an inside heater or something..Valentine

[Leslie Philibert]

Thanks and best wishes

[Tina Kline]

Yes, one can see the dead bird in your words. Very powerful writing.

[Leslie Philibert]

Hallo Tina, thanks for the review.

[Tina Kline]

You are very welcome.

[Emily B]

you took my breath away . . . these words are so light, they could fly away

[jacob erin-cilberto]

even the smallest death looms large in its own right...often the term is used "you eat like a bird" to describe how someone eats so little, and yet, a bird eats how many times its own weight.
every life matters, no matter how small in physical, mental or emotional size.

you take the skin off of things and allow us keen insight into life.

[Leslie Philibert]

Hallo Jacob, my thanks, and a good review from a fine poet is indeed praise..