We’ll All Need An Usher One Day

Sat under a tree

and watched a bird die.

Sat there next to it

talking, crazy, so

it wouldn’t feel alone

when it died. Feeling…

Like I know what birds

might feel; broken neck,

close to death, singing,

flying. Either way

I sat there talking

to the bird, its head

flopped off to one side,

until that last time

its eyes opened wide

(Did it look at me?)

then closed on what’s next.