"Park bench on a sunny day

Crumbling loaves between fingertips

Breadcrumbs on concrete

Charity landed the flock

 

Flurrying feathers

Grey white black

Jostling by your shoes

 

A blackbird beneath your feet

You cracked her ribs and skull

Watched blood creep out her beak

Her life flickered like a flame in a draught

 

Salvaged the bones and down

Put her in a box

Splint her leg, mend her head

 

Avian God

Clipped her wings

The cost of the casualty

You destroyed to recreate

Disassembling her organic form

Remoulded into your canary

Feathers shamed into yellow

 

 

She eats carrion now

Fed on the dead

No more bread."

 

- hailey noir