i saw a blackbird
thirteen ways
then strew a fist many
mountains away
my evangelism felled
 [bad word] taken
by breezes [bad word] me
and lifted light raven

i stretched to borrow
fine antebelleum
to encase all the scrapings
of us civilised fellow
i wanted to stash them
to secretive cages
with that fabulous blackbird
of thirteen stages