Implausible Birds




Implausible Birds

by K. Robinson






The sort of vase described in
Ian McEwan's novel, Atonement.

A gift. A curse on me self-cast. A Sino-sin

I signed with my intent, and all Verdun's

exploding wealth now written in my skin;

my brain forever battered by those guns.



Or was it a theft? Sometimes a man concussed

would seem quite sound, so peaceful in repose.

Inside - a soupy

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