Poor Little Dead Bird

               Poor Little Dead Bird
                   by Michelle Stiles

Poor little dead bird on the side of the road.
How sad it is to watch you corrode.
Your body, which was once light as a feather
Has now become a victim of weather.
You were so beautiful in flight.
Yet no-one now can stand your sight.
Eyes bulged out, flat as a pancake
Trying to get that worm was your final mistake.
Your brothers peck and eat your body.
Cannibalism at its best--I doubt they're sorry.
Must've been ran over by a truck I assume.
Those tumultuous machines that took you too soon.
They say, "now you're free"
"Free as a bird"--now that's bullshit you see.
For a bird is only as free as it can fly
Among the clouds in the iridescent sky.
But now you're gone--lost forever.
Except for your rotten corpse and your tail of feather.
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