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The death of birds is never a photo opportunity.
Their publicists don't get you on the phone to tee it up. They die In solitudes of their own making, Anonymous in silences Accompanied by no video promo clips. Dying with discretion They skip The product placement payoffs; They need no monies For the funding of their mausoleums. Dead, they launch no lawsuits; With death Their interest in the passing world Has ceased. The death of birds Is conducted without weeping. They are not mourned for, Nor do they mourn for themselves. They know That each thing has its season And that their season Is short And, of necessity, is done. |
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