Night bird

another hope sinking into my night bag

every call is strange that we hear in the dark

another body in pain over another body

throats that never were people cry higher

birch and oak burn and fly at last

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 13 June 1667.

Dave Bonta

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