"My mother, she slew me,
My father, he ate me,
My sister, gathered my bones
Tied them in silk,
For the juniper tree.
Tweet, tweet, what a fine bird am I!"
-Brothers Grimm
some remains lie buried
in the south
some sit on a window shelf
in a favorite room closeby
the birds
adorn my skin
they have seeped into my bloodstream
as planned
we continue on our journey
i have grown huge
thanks to you
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