This week’s prompt was “And then there were none” so of course I had to write a poem about the passenger pigeon. Wouldn’t you?
And Then There Were None
you eclipsed the sun
an interminable stream of iridescent feathers
your infinity made you finite
a few hundred years of subtraction
adds up
the forest bleeds slowly without you
white oaks becoming red
white a handful of tiny bodies
lie in state for gawping children
dire downy warnings that parents –
they steal all the sweetest meats
long before their children are born
Daily Creative Thing 