Not Content to be Burdened With
This bird like a prophet, sings of fairy tale endings,
blowing them out among the trees as
if it must be
burdened by things its wings are not
content to be burdened with, this blue-black bird of night,
bird of eternal dark flame, bird
of well-kept secrets, of come-hither melodies, bird
of liquid shadow, praise be, great
bird of the pre-dawn
dark, bird of
the mid-
day
moon.
