ELEGY Poem: Blackwing, by Julia Love

The shadowbird flies highest on the moonless nights (and there are seeds in my palms)
It gives the appearance of a passing cloud, as there are stars no more (but I am my own land)
Who could have predicted its fragile wings? (devastation came)
The bird is a contradiction (I was not ready)
Hollow bones (I was not ready)
Sharp beak (I am not ready)
Dark eyes (I am not ready)
Fearful (I am not ready)
and (I am not ready)
Pleading (Please)
Does it need to be held? (Please)
Or killed? (Please)
A danger (It cannot be real)
A friend (Deep breaths)
A living being (Not again. Not anymore)
This grief can fly (That one cursed phone call)
But it won’t. ()

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