When Birds Do Not Fly

We all need work, Michael. This piece, however, is pretty damn good. *

For me the piece works well as is. The shift in form is effective. I like the poem.

agree with Chris and Sam. This works for me too--beautifully!*

The last chick in the nest gorged his weight in regurgitated mess.
And sank from the horizon like a singing stone
sloppily flopping his pillow wings
as he fell to his death
and
slept.