robin song

jogging down the road
i found a robin
dead, perfectly.

i knelt down
to study its anatomy
frozen in rapid departure

like an angel fallen
its opal eyes invited
me to cross the veil

in a magnolia leaf
i wrapped the bird
in life

and it sang to
me a chorus of
death, beautifully

one call had bonded
both dawn and dusk
in sacred union

i ran home
to tell my mother
this was so