They don’t feel it like your brother did. They don’t
burn out in streaks of brilliant fire. They don’t get to.
The magpie dies like a magpie
and writhes with magpie feelings
screams in a magpie voice
and goes to magpie heaven.
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 4:19 AM UTC
They don’t feel it like your brother did. They don’t
burn out in streaks of brilliant fire. They don’t get to.
The magpie dies like a magpie
and writhes with magpie feelings
screams in a magpie voice
and goes to magpie heaven.
Written 2009 during the English program at Augustana College
Published in Augusta College's in-house literary magazine, Saga: Volume 73 Issue A