William James

working class poetry // punk rock performance

PHEASANT DEAD ON COUNTRY ROAD, 7:59PM


    Bouquet of feathers rises
skyline against sunset
    prisms of headlight shards
embedded in their fronds.

Such quiet beauty, this
    shivering cathedral, all
colors of the spectrum
    streaming through fractured wings.

This – 
         the delicacy of sudden death,
         the impact of last rites.

 

[originally published in Ballard St. Poetry Journal]

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