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Birds
i.
Time is filled
fulfilled with ferry
boats, like the stump
stable in Conrad's
HEART OF DARKNESS,
but even more darkly
dark. Persisting
memories never abated:
no more paying customers.
ii.
Like the black bird,
consistently dive-bombing
us as we went upon the
shore, marvelous woman:
a deterrent, perhaps,
to keep the crapping, cupping
gulls away. The bird shrieked
in the windy wind, had no
claws or beak: no one noticed
but us.
Time is filled
fulfilled with ferry
boats, like the stump
stable in Conrad's
HEART OF DARKNESS,
but even more darkly
dark. Persisting
memories never abated:
no more paying customers.
ii.
Like the black bird,
consistently dive-bombing
us as we went upon the
shore, marvelous woman:
a deterrent, perhaps,
to keep the crapping, cupping
gulls away. The bird shrieked
in the windy wind, had no
claws or beak: no one noticed
but us.
Published 11th Jun 2013
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