Gull Skeleton

Jonathan Revere
In the first verse I find his skeleton
nested in shore grass, late one autumn day.
The loss of life and the life which is decay
have been so gentle, so clasped one-to-one
that what they left is perfect; and here in
the second verse I kneel to pick it up:
bones like the fine white china of a cup,
chambered for lightness, dangerously thin,
their one clear purpose forcing them toward flight
even now, from the warm solace of my hand.
In the third verse I bend to that demand
andquickly, against the deepening of the night,
because I can in poemsremake his wild eye,
his claws, and the tense heat his muscles keep,
his wings knit feathers, then free him to his steep
climb, in the last verse, up the streaming sky.