The birds of earth are called to die in secret ritual
high, high above upon rooftops unseen their wings last heaving, landing a silent perch cooing in faint gurgle, eyes gently closing, heads pulled inward, their bodies then transformed to dust by God – never seen, never recorded we have nothing to prove the secrets of their death but the new flocks to return to earth each year
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Daniel von der EmbseDaniel von der Embse was born and raised in Mansfield, Ohio, educated in Catholic schools, and graduated from Ashland University with a BA in theatre. |