III - LIFE FEEDS ON LIFE
A sparrow's child, naked
In the dark huddle of
An eave swallow's old nest,
Waits for its unfolding
Into an emergent self.
A flurry of wings,
Arouses the nestling
To gape blindly for food,
But it's a crow,
Reaching in to pluck at
The uncomprehending head,
To clamp down on
The warm pouch of organs,
Bruising and crushing them.
The crow carries off
The sparrow's child and
Feeds the shreds to his own
Children's gaping mouths.
But the sparrow still sings
To the world from the rooftop,
For the crow took only one,
And the rest wait.
For what may come.
Rochelle Cocco
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