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