DANGEROUS BIRD
C Ra McGuirt
you're gone, but it's all right.
you just went out to play.
the world is green&grey&cold,
but it won't be turning colder.
we made love last night.
we didn't fight today.
no reason to, tomorrow
& suddenly i feel sorrow
fly away,&hope alight
very lightly on my
shoulder.
(the author was later discovered
with his shoulder torn off
as if by the talons
of some terrible
beast.)
