Starlings over Calais by Antony Owen

When God pressed her fingerprints over Calais
A million starlings swirled song-less over the jungle.

When God threw her black veil in grief for widows
A million starlings migrated to the bottom of the sea.

When God danced in her black dress to Aleppan anthems
two Mig birds left an aviary of wounds in a million nests.

When God wrote her ballads for man she used the ink-pot sea
A million starlings danced over Calais and sang from the diggers.

When God slit her wrists just she released a million starlings
She wanted to see the pain leave her but mankind never cared.

When a million starlings lie dead over Europe
wrap them in tents where the albatrosses slept.

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