ONCE UPON A TIME IN AN AVIARY

Under a steel net – sponsored by a multi-

national – in a disused limestone quarry

were all of South Africa’s birds, except

the predators.

 

The black warden softly extolled the aviary’s

human values: calm, peace, gentleness.

How well he knew each of the inhabitants:

who delved, wove, fluttered, chattered, nested,

hatched, fed – and defended abundantly.

 

At home, damp autumn turned to cold winter,

birds pecked at the ice on the stilled fountain

and the coalition of the willing

prepared for war.

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2 Comments
  • Alex Cox
    June 25, 2011

    David
    Three in a row! Wow. You have disturbed me greatly with this trilogy – the Surpriser, the Moors murdered, and the coalition of the killing. Keep up the dark work!