Nahshon Cook, 04/12

A Baby Bird

I was walking around the park
when I came across a baby bird
lying dead in the grass.

Red ants were crawling
in and out of the gutted depths
of its pink featherless body,

but its head was still beautiful
and unexplored.

Ars Poetica

I’ve never been able
to quiet my mind enough

to hear my heart
by sitting on the floor

with my legs folded into a pretzel
and a saintly smile painted on my face

while concentrating
on absolutely nothing

so instead I go to my notepad
and try’n write towards an answer

Promote. Poetry.
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