Least Read Poems About Birds

First published in the dos-a-dos collection "Amor Novus / A Spontaneous Prayer" alongside work by David Hay.

The days of feasting are over.

It is now time to regurgitate all
to my gluttonous fledglings.

I will hack up vast stores,
and spew them into the eager beaks
of my ravening chicks, my dear progeny.

Ready for them to make their flight
in the great deserts of air and cloud,
and settle where they need.

A
   worm
              wriggles
                             free
Vermian
              spaghetti
                              raw
Escaping
               bird
                       beaks

by Jemia

the wind
softly
singing,
carrying
many
flocked
birds
silhouetted
against
the sky,
they are
free, come
down to
perch
and rest
before
continuing.