At feeding time, the seabirds rent their feathers
From their backs, their breasts, sang songs of blood.
He neared the thirty-third chapter;
Turned the last page, tossed aside the book and rose.
"Leave me now,"
I heard him scream.
He shook his fist. A curtain split across the sky, its crackly
Fabric cracked, darkened the air. Ten hundred thousand
Feathers bundled fifty hearts
And hoisted.
"There are thousands of fish in there.
The ocean fairly heaves in fullness--
Feed yourselves!"
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