as a bird, as a bird

The really hot weather continues and we have to take the Daily Walk just before dark.

Which is not a bad plan, really . . .

  

The Knowers

Little bird bones come back

as a bird, as a bird

loudly singing

again

in the dead leaves

come back as green

leaves: only

we

don't return.

Franz Wright

God's Silence, Knopf reprint, 2008, page 52.

The ways the lines are broken is very important in this poem.

Check it out!