A Swan Song

How I shed my feathers,
one
by
one
The white crushed by the fiery fire of despair
The croak I sing
This melodious ode to your affection
Methinks
This dress I wear, this momentary attraction
melts as the heat reaches the afternoon air
As all goes to black
With eyes closed, my wings flap
Flap
Flap
FLAP
While the gentle release
of my digestive gasses
released from my dead, rotting body
As I fly,
A dream of me in bed,
never opening my eyes
Never again, he said.