This poem is taken from Poetry Nation 6 Number 6, 1976.
Feed the Wild BirdsFeed the wild birds. This is winter
When the cold sun glints in the trees,
The insects vanish, berries wizen
And blood runs thin.
The dying
Face in the ambulance
Peers out. One thing
Leads to another; this
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