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Joseph Langland
Nine Poems from " Haruspicating on Valley --View Farm
SACRIFICE OF MY PET CHICK

I combed his downy tail
Until chick dropped with love
And stepped, a peeping shame,
Into a boy's sad grave.

With water in my palm,
Small barley on my thumb,
I tucked his evening down
And broke his morning dream.

My cap his daily croft,
His wings atilt my head,
I strode through our barnyard
Among all winged men.

When I wrapped his bobbing head
In frayed tails of my shirt,
I strung his strawy web
With weed stalks for a perch.

At last, he only sat;
And then, he only lay.
And afterwards I had
Him ten days from the grave.

An earthworm filled his eyes;
Some ants cleaned out his skull.
Two beetles on his thigh
Were scarcely beautiful,

So I scraped those tiny bones.
They broke. His awful wings
Lie, for all I have known,
Still bleaching under the sun.

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