Written by the Severn Estuary April 2017.
What would you give for the call of a curlew?
They are leaving us.
Elegant and strong straw legs long.
bent beaked, oatmeal flecked
melancholic tuning forks of another way of being.
They are leaving.
They are leaving us because
we gave them a bed of stubble
pesticide pills and a land of runaway concrete.
Not often a taxidermist weeps.
But, as she held the curvature of the earth,
beak bent from ancient evolution,
her tears fell on feathers falling
and her fingers fumbled with glass eyes
black and bright as acid.
What would you give for the last call of the last curlew?