Final Nesting Box
...You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pin...
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Categories:
strawed, daughter, death, health, loss,
Form: Elegy