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the Life Cycle of a Bird

a poem by Willow Kang

A heart-throb undulates inside a bird,

singing elegies touched by saudade

shaking gilded bars that slashes across a view

of a romanticist’s posthumous sculpture

today, the bird became a mother, yet

it cannot stop pecking at yellowed

pages of a once glamorous city, never seeing the

domed roof of a bell-jar sprawled over

her fledglings' futuristic visions

even during the finale, even then the bird

will not forget that long-lost masterpiece

nor the garden, where gargoyles

have now planted themselves


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