- Vol. 01
- Chapter 05
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Image by Denise Nestor
Birdsong
They lie still,I look for a sign of life, of movement;
But there is none.
I take them,
Swaying gently in a plastic bag,
To the unwanted, unkempt land.
I set them down,
In a small hollow and cover it in mud and pebbles;
They are no more.