Finch in the After-Gloom

A Eulogy

Finch in the After-Gloom

 

(Or, A Statue in the Other World)

 

-P-

 

The finch that fed on crumbs of bread

And had no fear of me lies silent

 

On a powdered leaf

Beneath a powdered tree

 

Her faith was cudgeled in the cold;

 

She died here all alone,

 

A statue in the other world,

Her sculptor widely known

 

See how she flies

But does not rise

 

Into the dreary haze,

 

A remnant in

The after-gloom

 

To sadden

And amaze.

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Author's Note

None