Tuesday, August 3, 2010

It's trajectory was manic and deliberate. Crazed.
The black sparrow diving directly into my left knee with such a force
It's beak impaling through the knee cap, splitting a canyon into it.
The bird flapping wildly–stuck– I reached down and with a firm grip took the bird
and pulled
What didn't happen was a surprise.
The beak did not follow the rest of the bird. Instead, it separated from the bird's face,
continuing to gnaw wildly through my knee-cap.
The beakless bird flies away, and I pinch my thumb and forefinger around the end of the chomping triangles in my leg and pull.
And what is left, a large crevasse with blood red rock and sinew sunset.
I roamed the rest of my life with this vista.