Finch in the After-Gloom

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(A Statue in the Other World)

 

-P-

 

The finch that fed

On crumbs of bread

And had no fear of me

 

Lies silent on a powdered leaf

Beneath a powdered tree

 

Her faith was cudgeled

 

In the cold -

 

She died here all alone,

 

A statue in the other world,

Her sculptor widely known

 

See how she flies

But does not rise

 

Into the dreary haze,

 

A remnant in the after-gloom

 

To sadden and amaze.