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Sep 2015
A bird has
changed its body,
downgraded to

a requiem of light bones,
a lost map of flight,
a throw of crashed feathers.

Black as old water,
empty as a gutted fish,
still as a prayer,

skinless as the
crashed sky,
eyeless with dismay.
Published in `The Cannon`s Mouth
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
356
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