Poem: Unchiselled

 

Unchiselled

 

a sparrow curls to die,

while the people know only fear.

knees bow to a sterile priest,

quick to heavenize death.

 

the bird's fragile bones 

kiss a dwindle of sinews,

and yet ants banquet

among the feathery slips.

 

in the nearby human ritual,

vaults project defiance.

slabbed stone isles,

such lonely bulwarks of peace.

 

the sparrow’s last breath

forsook its breast

 to soar swirling once more 

among the whirls of everything,

this cauldron of life.

===========================

 

4/26 .. 

3/10 ... "quickly" replaces "quick"  ... removed "into" ln 11