Butcher Bird
A Poem by Jeremy Wyatt
"
Simulation, brash, aloft, rebel, impale.
"
High aloft what is it I see
dripping something onto me
like a simulation of Christ's nail
now upon which you did impale
your namesake is less brash than you
happy with beetles and frogs it slew
but something darker does you drive
a rebel slaying all alive
Church steeples high you cherish best
see bodies perched high stiff at rest
the birds put creatures on barbed wire
you place your bigger prey much higher
I've written of you many times
some wee stories some small rhymes
You share a bird name both alike
the Buthcher Bird we know as Shrike
Mar 12, 2011
Mar 12, 2011 at 8:47 AM UTC
Butcher Bird
A Poem by Jeremy Wyatt
"
Simulation, brash, aloft, rebel, impale.
"
High aloft what is it I see
dripping something onto me
like a simulation of Christ's nail
now upon which you did impale
your namesake is less brash than you
happy with beetles and frogs it slew
but something darker does you drive
a rebel slaying all alive
Church steeples high you cherish best
see bodies perched high stiff at rest
the birds put creatures on barbed wire
you place your bigger prey much higher
I've written of you many times
some wee stories some small rhymes
You share a bird name both alike
the Buthcher Bird we know as Shrike
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