Winged Wounds

Winged Wounds

This pair of cardinals in spring woods
Are two winged wounds.
Whose body did they take flight from,
I wonder. 
From the kid shot twice
In the back as he was walking away
From the fight he won,
They say. 
They didn’t want to be in his back
In the coffin forever, they wanted
To be in the trees, singing.
They wanted to be birds.