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THE BIRDS THAT EAT IDEAS

(Ptaki Ktore Jedza Pomysty)

The shearwater stays just above

The tops of waves. The air pushes

Their bodies upward inches from

All the ideas of air and water.

Bodies of fire exclaim.

A ball of shining made of ivory,

Made of wood, made of the beaks

Of ten thousand shearwaters.

A scroll unfurls itself, full of allegations

About who gave what gift to whom,

A sliver mine, a pillow full of love

Being wound around sharpened pins forever.

Surely there is a way to keep

These ideas safe. They glow

Like old friendships slowly

Being dismantled by birds

Birds feeding on the soft music

Of believing in things like songs

And the idea that animals can fly.