i found a dead sparrow at my doorstep
i had an inkling it would be there
it’s body was motionless and i could hear it’s cold
i felt the right thing to do was to bury it
despite the deja vu, i couldn’t do it at first
but when i picked it up, even though it didn’t touch my hands,
my hands were shovels, digging up dirt
the dirt refused to budge, and i bit my lip
who was this dead sparrow? was it here for me?
i still continued to offer it tranquility
it’s foggy eye started back at me as i stood above it’s sorrowful hole
my shadow was casted onto it as if i was superior
this dead sparrow was far greater
not a real one, but a fake
i questioned if it would accept that still
and as i walked back to my home full of breath
i stared at the blue sky that gained a life
today, my friend, i buried a dead sparrow, i whispered
and the clouds laughed mockingly
now, as for this dead sparrow, it was mysterious
but it was an occurrence earlier in life
you see, i buried a dead sparrow just like it
and a cat ripped it up, leaving only it’s hollow skull
if you symbolize freedom, did you take mine away?
did you warn me of the horrors to come?
your beak did not move, only holding a yellow ooze
and your bones waltzed below the dead grass
i felt connected with you, dead sparrow
but you told me to live on, do not become like me
i dared take the challenge to fly just like you once did
the moment i leaped off the cliff, an arrow pierced through my wings, leaving a hundred holes through my heart and neck
i remained still in the air, and laughed
maybe that was what died inside of me
the ground crushed my bones and shattered it, leaving every fragment flying in the air
and as the fragments touched the ground, there they grew a million chrysanthemums
so, chrysanthemum, my dear
you will suffer and suffer until you break your own skull
you will waltz in a ballroom of madness and forget
but worry not, for every fragment you drop of your own self will sprout
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