Barn owls

Barn owls

Wing tips dipped in dawn
ghosts with bodies
haunting and haunted
powdered in fire
stained by sun
dissolving from the inside
gold smoke curls against
the roof of their skulls
before rocking down
slow in the still air
slow like snow
snow like shrapnel
embedding itself
in our dark fields
the paleness of scars
sealing them in
the whiteness
of their silent blades
rusting deep inside us


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