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MurmurationBy Molly Murray QuailBellMagazine.com Shots rang out in San Bernadino, seventy bullets bit bodies, took breath. In the bush, a starling beat its wings, called to another, rising – Bombs burst in Paris. Gunspray in Orlando, Minneapolis, Dallas. Beloved, innocent shot: extinguished. and another joined the dance: a flock of birds swirling and swishing, the fringe of a scarf dangling above the tree line seamlessly brushing the sky; watercolored wave swirling eddies, a calligrapher’s twisting inkflow, blotting smudging; sporadic red bursts of terror thresh our globe like a Pollock canvas; frantic entities, thrumming wings thrusting heads, pulsing voices trilling – white shoots black, black shoots blue, “Why? why? why? why? why? Why? why? why? why? why?” blood runs red under every shade of flesh Talons, hawk beaks can’t break through the mystery or the power fused by the inexplicable synchrony – the strength of the impossibly pure beauty in the moment that thousands of independent wings in all their colors rise together to paint the sky #Unreal #Poem #Murmuration #GunControl #BlackLivesMatter #TimeForAction Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter.
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