.white feathers. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

i dream i dream of porcupines.

 

white feathers dipped in blood.

 

bloody mess  wars,

bodies rotting  there.             there

are   thoughts while stitching that

this could save the world.

 

a quiet thing. no injuries, the blood

comes small in useful            drops.

drops down,      meditative sound.

 

white feathers fall.

 

porcupines.

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