Prelude

“The birds are a chorus…clearly relatives of Mozart”
– Jim Harrison (Day Nineteen – 28 Days of Unreason)

 

Bird, box, grave –
Mozart gave a funeral
For his starling*.

I may want more
For my Requiem,
But my Day of Judgment seems
Here, now, along this road,
Dies irea of dirt and sand.

A flock of birds
Unsung across the wires,
Wary of my approach
As any St. Peter.

And startled, rise as one
When across the moor
A nail gun taps out Kyrie
To closing wood.

*Wikipedia: Mozart's Starling