Singing the Pain Back in the Wound by Gregory Orr - NPM16

I crouch naked at the wound's edge

and call its name softly,

until it hovers over me and I am clothed

in its shadow. Then I throw ropes

over it, pulling it down into the wound

that its body fits perfectly

like a fish-shaped cork.

Its wings beat frantically. I lash them together,

fold them carefully into a black

bundle on its back.

 

Orr, Gregory "Singing the Pain Back into the Wound" Burning the Empty Nests. Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1997. 53.