Blackbird

The blackbird is dead
no final flight to the treetops
no poetry, no funeral rites
no eulogy
to send him on his way
out of this world
his body cold
and empty
still upon the pavement
his voice lost to eternity
as a hundred songbirds
greet the morning sun.

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