Extinction of Verse: I. The Egret

Extinction of Verse
{or death, when writing}

I

The Egret

Words step
pick
with stick blade
feet

when shaft
of death
clasp sheers silent
Space

in blank
verbs.
Ink wounds weep
black blood

on white
page.
Poesy wings breathe
beats

Of metered
length
when thoughts fall
Prey

to fate.

Verse form falls as weak fingers fail.
A Phantom bird feels no death,
But wanders half shaped
Half pained
Devoid
One-

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