A Dialectical View

On the ground, stark still The child immobile stared, saw Its dead broken will * Songless feathers cold Limping back from shivered tears The bird speechless too * One bird flies no more Death disshevelled to it clings Like a silent heart * Each dying makes dust Dust the silence of the song Dust, death of a bird * No post mortem whys Knowledge sorrows has no cure Death cloud us with sighs * One tear glistened then The mother tugged her away Heart beating like wings * Dead before the church In coldness, nothing flies now In the silent skies * Hangs still the clod cloud Air in air, a frozen will Like a dead bird - falls * Inexorable The mortal thread dangling dust To featherless wings * A bird's desire fled To this feathered crumbled heap Shall I trust to sleep?