Tall and thin
and chicken-limbed,
her beady eyes bespectacled,
reflected primordial times
when she, a prehistoric bird,
stood out among the glazed rocks
and screeched her praise to
God.
Her balding head,
her scraggy hair
that fell about her sunken face,
was faded like her satin dress;
and hungry, as her scrawny throat
rose from the knotty nest, her pew,
she fed on Christian
love.
Tan Pratonix
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