This Is Not Love’s Offering Poem

This Is Not Love’s Offering Poem By Shaun T. Griffin

for a child in the Sudan
Having little to do with Eros
the vulture cranes to feed:
the child of famine recedes
to skin, and the black bird inches
to pierce the web of pulse
playing out on the desert floor.
The bird may not know
the breath of a child, may
be unfamiliar with his sighing.
But soon the two will merge
to prey upon the living
in a photograph.
When the child wakes
to another world, solemn
with the feathers of struggle,
there will be no eyes to receive him,
no camera to record. He will lie
as he was, in the kingdom of birds.

This Is Not Love’s Offering Poem

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