Taxidermy Poetry by Mackenzie Butts | Hollow bones make light of flying, whistle like wind chimes. Wire wings don’t hold up the air like they used to. Plucked clean, stripped of canvas, a frame work, A replica. Built for bookcases, for dissecting. Bird is to bird, as sky is to wall, as soaring is to mount.

Poetry – Taxidermy

Taxidermy

Hollow bones
make light of flying,
whistle like wind chimes.

Wire wings
don’t hold up the air
like they used to.

Plucked clean,
stripped of canvas,
a frame work,

A replica.
Built for bookcases,
for dissecting.

Bird is to bird,
as sky is to wall,
as soaring is to mount.


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