Birds
Two birds sitting on a telephone wire
talking about their past lives in harmony
and watching what happens below them.
There are twenty-seven bodies resting in
peace
underneath the bank parking lot.
Warriors and sisters to blossom in the
spring,
but their sprouts cannot break through the
hardened tar
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There were three birds sitting on a silver
branch passing the time in silence
as a ghostly, violet girl danced in between
the moonlit blades.
As the trees watched with virginal eyes,
there was Mitochondrial Eve, egomaniacal and
throned
upon tangled moss and night jasmine, plugging
herself proudly into the ballet
always predicting where and when the next step
will be taken...
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One bird was eating the renewed liver of a crucified man
while the other perched on his shoulder and whispered
secrets.
On a lonely hill through a sharp and squared window
in the middle of a grey and wheat sky
was a young boy who watched the feast with envy.
Nourished through a thin wire connected to his heart
connected to the outlet
connected to the moon
connected to the empty and folding space
and back into the renewed liver of the crucified man.
© Rachel Lisi 2004
