Swallows

school around me winged sharks and peck at my body without stop a peck-peck here a peck-peck there like crows at their carrion on the side of the road until I’m bled dry but unlike crows who with tongues cut might speak these things of beauty as they lift off gliding on the wind cannot tell me why they leave me blooded as they do.

Bluejay

Veteran of old My Poetry Forum before its hiatus. Happy to be back.

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