Predawn sparrows aflutter, chirrup
chirrup, under the awning by my window, &
the littler cat already by the glass cracking
the knuckles of both paws,
as if dreaming of feathers & marrow. How
Mao Zedong ordered their killing—one of four pests
to be eradicated. The Great Leap Forward.
Thus 1958 was filled with gunfire &
the beating of drums, so the birds, too frightened
to land, fell from the air
Another day advances into the vacant rooms
illuminates the artifacts of what I’ve almost forgotten,
their shrouds of dust & loss.
The cat only knows appetite.
Consider this: no one foresaw the consequences:
the plague of insects in ‘59, the famine, the lack of cheer
in the daily lives of villagers who couldn’t say
what was missing come early spring mornings,
those bright sharp notes, the way
each bird had seemed to carry lightspark in its beak.