The shadows
will spire
on the shrouds
of the birds
The mouth
of the red one
sharpens
on the statue of blue
Strictly species
will be cast
silent as swimmers
a series in porcelain
I will stand
suspiciously
with birds
at my side
With wind
& feathers
the audience
will see this
A massacre
of the rainbow
seven beaks startle
the suggestion to stop
Some wings
misshapen
as a favor
for the others
Like a counterfeit factory
on the plains
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