From seed a bird

From the bird seed that I spilled
Grows a bloom with eyes like wheels
That turn the way the sky chases clouds
On spindle legs and crooked wings 
It gathers bottle caps and things
That make a jangle noise
That – though voiceless – breathless sings
The birds all watch with care and chance
As the petals fold and dance
A hunger in their tourmaline misrule
With whetted beaks and silvered claws
In flock and fury pierce the hide
Of the creature that, in obeisance stays
Til leaves rent and eyes sky-blind
Fire yellow from inside
Takes wing and flies into the sun

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