I will probably die in a sword fight.
It's something I have in common
with a gladiator or two.
They'll lay my body in
a field of green grass
and cover it in birdseed.
The birds will first eat my eyes.
Then they'll steal my wallet.
And buy drugs with my credit card.
I'm not talking about heroin.
I'm talking about cough syrup.
A lot of birds have the whooping cough.
Like the whooping crane.
He sits and waits silently in the shallow water.
Here, fishy fishy fishy.
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Randy Conner.
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