a bird a shell and life

By Chie Theresa Fujioka

while on the beach
to a shell i reach
the scent of death and decay
intrinsic part of ocean spray

and the beautiful thing
which so often eludes me
is but now broken wing
which once flew ever freely

on this shell of my dream
the crawling beasts deem
to make the flesh of the dead
that by which they are fed

He knows the bird fell
but what good does that do
as far as i can tell
the days are gone when it flew

the greed of the wormy fire
as of yet still refuses to tire
now they've eaten the skull
and it's unrecognizable

i found a dead sparrow in my yard today. the second in this spot... i think a cat is getting them... either that or my spotless windows. anyway this one was crawling with maggots. it made me sad.

but evan doesnt need to cheer me up :)

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