—Antieau Gallery, NOLA
So few bones amongst the stars
they are like stars themselves
floating against dark sky,
their flight peaceful,
impossibly
buoyant, featherless.
What could live sparrows do to have us
honor their dead
but
lasso our faces with soft rope,
tilt our gaze toward
an endless stream of hollow
bones overhead, force us to look away
from hard earth that blooms
flora
all the way up to the nape
of our necks?
Header photograph © Jason D. Ramsey.
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