Poem: Unchiselled

 

Unchiselled

 

a sparrow curls to die,

while the people know only fear.

knees bow to sterile priests,

quickly to heavenize death.

 

fragile bones kiss

a dwindle of sinews

yet ants banquet

among the feathery slips.

 

in the graveyard

vaults project defiance,

slabbed stone isles,

lone bulwarks of peace.

 

the sparrow’s last breath

forsook its breast

 to soar whirling once more 

among the everything,

this cauldron of life.

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