Painful Necessities

A fistful of feathers and a fistful of grist
wrenched out from a heavenly gift
crashed futilely into the Cuyahoga.
Where did he come from,
why is he here,
nobody knows –
let us gut him like a fish and see
how the wings join the ribcage,
and we will marvel at the
dull and dying brain, let us
celebrate and speculate
on this creature from beyond,
let us drag them all,
trumpeting and screaming to earth.

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