by: Jeremiah Walton

Don’t disturb the dead bird
It’s dry cry goes unheard
Poked at by sticks broken off a nearby rotted tree
Near its body underneath the marquee

With young knuckles wrapped around its imagined hilt
Its body tossed like a rag doll embossed
With cheap black tattered imitation leather
The slick tick of time on rain pattered feathers
A charred cheap treasure

With cracked wings amongst other small things
Pulled joints, and ligaments, tied with bodily strings
It will never be buried, only spat at
Small children squeak “look at that!”
And run off giggling with their swords
Pretending to be ladies and lords

Jeremiah Walton is a 16 year old poet from New England.  He is author of To Your Health: Humanities Diagnosis and Nostrovia!.  Nostrovia! Poetry is a poetry website he manages for his and the writing of others.  Jeremiah is in his Junior year of High School.  Writing, drawing, skateboarding and reading are some his hobbies.