On my vacant sidewalk lay,
A sparrow eaten through it's flesh,
And deeper still, the maggots graze-
Where this bird once sang and swayed,
Yet now his rotting, open chest,
On my vacant sidewalk lay.
And deeper still, the maggots graze,
They feed upon what death has left,
While the sun, in focused blaze-
Prunes it's victims bare remains,
(Truly, such a subtle theft)
While deeper still, the maggots graze.
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