Bush stone-curlew
for Jenny Thorley
Nocturnal
groundbird
the weelo
teaches
the chicks
to freeze
motionless
in long grass
do not move
till we come
back for you
you’re never lost
but wails
and keens
and wanders
the streets
in mourning
for the first man
a scream-fest
a full moon
eclipse tonight
not carpe diem
or harbinger of death
(couldn’t care less)
but are dead
and wish to be alive
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