Dogs 2013

KILL AND RELEASE
(9/25/13)


eight
years old
with a slingshot
in hand

down
comes
a sparrow

I pick up
the dying
bird

warm
and fluffy
it breathes
its last
breath

my eyes
water
and I wish
that I could
put it back
in the tree

or take
it home
and have
my mother
mend it
like one
of my shirts

but
it's obviously
dead

I throw
it over a
fence
into somebody's
yard
and walk
away

~

today
the severed
head
at my feet
is just another
matter
of disposal