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The Panic Bird

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just flew inside my chest. Some
days it lights inside my brain,
but today it's in my bonehouse,
rattling ribs like a birdcage.

If I saw it coming, I'd fend it
off with machete or baseball bat.
Or grab its scrawny hackled neck,
wring it like a wet dishrag.

But it approaches from behind.
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I am trying to find who published THE PANIC BIRD by Robert Phillips so that I can get permission (hopefully) to set it to music. Peter Frost

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