Rebirth on the Side of the Road by Kevin Stadt

Rebirth on the Side of the Road

a small, brown bird
freshly dead
on the side of the road
a stream of ants
busily disassembling
and carting off
its eyes
for recycling

it tires of the bird dance for now, and
ants
instead,
soon enough it’ll
caterpillar
or dragonfly
perhaps spider

each time translating
forgetting for the pure fun of it

it’ll undoubtedly
dirt
and tree
and fruit
it’ll people and worm
then fly again
as if for the first and only time
as a small, brown bird

by Kevin Stadt

Editor’s Note: Dust to dust? Not quite. Nouns used as verbs throw the reader off-kilter, even as death throes one into the inevitable cycle of molecular reuse (throws/throes…. I couldn’t resist. Forgive me.).

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One thought on “Rebirth on the Side of the Road by Kevin Stadt

  1. Forgive?? I’m not the one to “pun…ish” ewe.

    Old Poet Man

    On Fri, Jul 22, 2016 at 5:01 AM, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily wrote:

    > Christine Klocek-Lim posted: “Rebirth on the Side of the Road a small, > brown bird freshly dead on the side of the road a stream of ants busily > disassembling and carting off its eyes for recycling it tires of the bird > dance for now, and ants instead, soon enough it’ll ” >

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