Dead bird <br />in Sunday's Well <br /> <br />on Strawberry Hill <br /> <br />ooozing out of the tar <br />as if it were <br /> <br />rising from <br />the dead <br /> <br />rather than being <br />dead. <br /> <br />It's black feathers <br />struggling to break free <br /> <br />(a 2-D drawing <br />becoming 3~D) <br /> <br />it's head <br />above it all <br /> <br />screaming at the heavens <br />its silent agony <br /> <br />that still screams <br />across the sky <br /> <br />as church bells call <br />us to worship <br /> <br />its death <br />mocking <br /> <br />us our belief.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-s-well-on-strawberry-hill-for-scarlett/
