Sweet Lily Scent

once upon a time when the moon
was always full up on the sky
there was a city with half bird – men
flying through rings of fire in the woods
on every winter solstice

otherwise they were humble and pious
grinding with their claws the church floors
pecking with their beaks each icon
in their own image
giving birth to young ones fed with bird milk
baptized in cedar cinders

after getting wed they avoided mirrors
arranging their feathers to each other
the lonely going to the barber

showing up into this world
they had downs in every color
snatching at dusk one feather after the first flight
in order to go asleep
when there were just a few left on their wings
they were falling into flames on solstice days

the old men say that from those ashes
carnivorous flowers were growing
giant white lilies with long necks
which no human claw could ripe

one summer day the sun exploded
and the city burnt down until the last stone
.
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