trembling bird

in the war there is a concrete building

iron rods of its failed armature all askew in every angle of grief

no thing alive is seen

yet word spread there were people beneath that building singing hymns

as if propping it up before some fatal collapse

crumpled their hearts like paper cups

there were none

or if any gathered in that place they were silent and they did not move

like statues some were fallen

above a trembling bird was scared and he did not visit that grave

his reasoning no desire to decorate death with some flight of resurrection into the sky

as a phoenix for to give them false hope

he was wise

like an owl