I don’t know how you died or why
but I’m sorry all the same.
I’m sorry that I had to clean upour little, light weight corpse in a couple
of plastic bags and throw you into the
dumpster by the alley.
I’m sorry you were alone when youwent to that great soaring endless sky,
or whatever bird heaven is. I imagine it’s
all bird baths, sunny skies, bird seed and a
giant shrine to Archaeopteryx.
I’m sorry that I was the only one tonotice you, crumpled at the bottom of
the mid-level stairs. I was just taking
my laundry downstairs to the washers when
I happened upon you.
I’m sorry that I couldn’t provide you thedignity you might have deserved in death.
I can only imagine your high flying life,
above us all, drifting effortlessly on breezes.
I’m sorry that seeing your little bird bodymade me so sad. I’m sorry that you reminded
me of the briefness of things and how very late
the hour is.
I’m sorry I had to pick you up, feel yourweightlessness in my hand, wonder if I
was doing the right thing, but knowing
it was. I’m sorry dead bird, that I am the
only bearer of your memory.