Barn Swallowed

It’s all bird brains

and the circle of life,

but a mother still flutters

in desperation above,

her babies swept in the wake below

Death is nuanced,

with its panic and longwinded sprint

to nothingness


Grief is cruel.

A mother stops flying,

her screeches barn swallowed,

now barren and directionless

watching in quiet agony

as the boat floats on

I cry for spiders and worms

when a mother feeds them to her young

I cry for little eggs

at the bottom of a lake

05-01-24