Eolophus roseicapilla
when car tyres were tall

you cracked a galah’s neck

in a ditch because you’d

hit it with the car but

it wasn’t dead so you

cracked its neck in a ditch

out of mercy you cracked it’s

neck and all I can hear

is the crack of its neck with

the crunch of sinew and all I

can smell is hot tar and all

I can feel is how quickly

the bird’s skin cools

through the prickle and soft

soft down of the bird’s

feathered neck