aloft with their wings whooping
--a miraculous thing--
we saw them
one only shall you miss one shall be lost
where only wild things lurk they go
the birdless place
sound and resound
yelling out remarks--some proper some not to record
not as a rumour but through an official message
my own lost comrades changed into birds
were hotly debating these controversial issues
a bouquet of white lilies blended with as many red roses
weaving a skein of flight in the fine big halls
off she flew
