Ecopoem by Leisha Douglas

Sound out        in the language of crows

Be                        the black bladed omen

strut                   with no particular purpose

or perch           atop a branch or telephone pole

sparrows and finches                   will dive and circle

to humans         hurtling by         in their bodies of metal

you are a slash                                punctuating sky

They don’t know                           your devotion

to a mate                                      as well as to others

nor how you transform debris                               into nest and feast

What if this is Heaven?

You                     the feathered Lord?


Published by

Jeremiah Walton

Jeremiah Walton is wary of writing a bio.

One thought on “Ecopoem by Leisha Douglas”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s