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No Dearth of Death 

Birds diving

catch my eye.

at my window

from the sky.

 

What pulls them

like a magnet

To their demise?

 

Is it fear?

 

I try to watch,

impassively

but look aside

can’t help but care.

 

I wonder at the

news today

bombings, killings,

lives are sheared

 

And why it happens

who’s to gain?

 

While birds slam

in reflections.

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