Waving his floppy red crown
and boasting, a broad golden chest,
he paraded his intent to make more of himself.
But she stuck him with a needle
before he could act.
and boasting, a broad golden chest,
he paraded his intent to make more of himself.
But she stuck him with a needle
before he could act.
Beak down and wings spread out,
blood found its way back to the gutter
and down to the fields where the women dig,
in the soil as black as my grandmothers
once painted their teeth.
blood found its way back to the gutter
and down to the fields where the women dig,
in the soil as black as my grandmothers
once painted their teeth.
The flaccid neck droops off the edge
of the round cedar platter, and
the golden chest is dull and still.
Deceptive feathers, piled high somewhere,
make for stuffing where we had none.
His sound is no more in our ears,of the round cedar platter, and
the golden chest is dull and still.
Deceptive feathers, piled high somewhere,
make for stuffing where we had none.
screeching at dawn toward the east.
Take his head and his crest to the forest,
where the bear wakes.
