un grand tonnerre

By Katie Heffring

Two robins in a tree spend twenty minutes talking to each other

Their song, unique and expressive

Through the tree, I see my city and my province and search for humanity

The links of a chain reveal all

A violent series of images stream in my brain –

The hammer of repression

The collapse of a naked helpless body

The barrel of a gun

The mourning of responsibility –

My head forcefully pounds

Where am I?

Focus on the robins

They are an emblem of instinct

The season is spring and they call to breed

The robin’s babies are born naked and helpless

They cannot survive without another

So is the cycle

What if the robins lost that altruistic instinct?

I imagine death.

Through the trees, I see my city and my province and search for humanity

What if we lost that altruistic instinct?

I imagine death.

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