Weeping for Mad Birds

Originally published in Parachute Literary Magazine
at the University of Minnesota – November 2012

Today he biked
across the bridge
through the throngs
of wandering geese

who chortled with glee
as he flattened their
necks with his tires

How strange he felt
to weep for mad birds
that would never see tomorrow

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