atop your grave. I placed it
here to keep your mortal shell
aligned with slow reintegration
into soil, away from scavengers.
Your sisters are alive inside
their pen. You kept them
safe from harm, and now they live.
I just tossed them some snack seed:
Freckles and Speckles are busy
with it, pecking each particle
from between the little shafts
of sunlit straw.
Little rooster, your bravery lives
in my heart now, and I pray to it
nervously, here beneath
these formidable trees.
Fly with me, little one. Keep me
company against the tyranny
of my kind. Roost invisibly
in my ribcage: pluck the poison
from my veins and set me free.
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