As buzzards, kites and hawks
darkened the skies
a songbird flew among us -
a waxwork Daedalus
who couldn't face up to The Sun.
An actual bird with real wings,
he soared on fire,
beating his drumsticks
until the feathers were gone.
Bird carved himself
and the ornithologists wept.
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Jack Brummet
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