starling raze i didn't notice the severed limb half-hidden in the mess of your plumage until i studied the day's photographs. i sought it out and held it between thumb and forefinger. a thing so thin i could have snapped it like a dry twig. morsels of meat were still attached to a few of your torn-out feathers. ants swarmed to gorge themselves on what hadn't already been eaten. i thought of fast_food chicken that was more skin than sinew. awful as you were to me, i'm relieved i wasn't around to see you being stripped of all that made you move. when my time comes to be peeled like an orange by a predator's toothless mouth, i'll meet you on a bridge made of our bones, and we'll peck at puddles under a thin sliver of moon. 230725 what's it to you? who go blather from