The Wake of Summer

What kind of sacrifice is this i find

but the corpse of a fledgling bird

suspended amidst the Blackberry thorns

at the end of Summer days,

redolent of the well-known tale

of the Nightingale and the Rose ,

with no explanation but thoughtless fate,

the fate that finally finds us all,

in whichever way it falls

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