singing notes of the sick dawn
 a bird makes off with my heart
humiliation
pins it to the notice board
I'll not retrieve it
and
unclothed
be witnessed

Shrike

Packets of peace cordoned off by fences and barbed 
wire, hooded lush in manicured fields.

Endless stream of labour crossing over water pikes:
hear, no see - river in the bush.

Emerges curved a mirror on a pole: three directions, 

The three birds, tinier than my forefinger, eating grain. 

Lisping away in the wood the warbler and the shrike.

Wild flower, pops out red from a corner 
of the cultivated green: and I am...