Immortal bird
mouth gone down towards the owl
she makes us see our passing is common as ash
fine hands over the night sing of what we serve
the stuff and flutter of living more than others
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 18 May 1663, made while listening to the band Immortal Bird.
Dave Bonta
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