Link to click to read death poems which are part of the literary writings in the book called THIS IS A PICTURE OF YOUR GOD: A HUGH COOK READER

THE DEATH OF BIRDS


The death of birds is never a photo opportunity.
Their publicists don't get you on the phone to tee it up.
They die
In solitudes of their own making,
Anonymous in silences
Accompanied by no video promo clips.
Dying with discretion
They skip
The product placement payoffs;
They need no monies
For the funding of their mausoleums.
Dead, they launch no lawsuits;
With death
Their interest in the passing world
Has ceased.
The death of birds
Is conducted without weeping.
They are not mourned for,
Nor do they mourn for themselves.
They know
That each thing has its season
And that their season
Is short
And, of necessity, is done.