They line the verges, the magpies, Of the path we must go down now. And in stepping past they are aggravated, Throwing their heads back; We must lower our heads under The volley of their calls until we are bowed With eyes fixed on the dirt. There are so many we can't count our fortune. And how they gouge our ankles, tear our clothes; we cannot run with the lungs of the dead in our chests.
Tag: magpies
#38 Magpies
The magpies dance on the edge Of our shadows and laugh At what we lack
#31 Magpies
The magpies encroach On our peripheral vision And nest there
#28 Magpies
The magpie mimics the starling's call, Loping a parallel to the dirt track, From the hawthorn its friends laugh.
#9 Magpies
How did we not know that the magpies Were whispering all along?
