I buried a chimney swallow today
He hung from the French lace curtains
Talons clung like finger nails
Wings sprung out, hanging low
high above my eyes.
Black and grey before my eyes
hanging, darting in death all across
our campus
Spread winged, hanging from a thread
French lace doors latched
capturing your natural talons
Interlaced, interlinked,
Captured, till death.
I prayed for you as I buried you.
The Azaleas sing your praises.
Wood chips cover you.
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