By | 1 May 2014

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

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