When now his three kids
have flown anonymously away
he resumes his position
as choirless choir-master
another missionary mockingbird
in the Congo or Manhattan
or Istanbul his song may not
yet be heard or when he says
Show me the way as in a hundred
years when he’s extinct no one
looks up no one will listen
as when I touch your face
you sleep deeper
it’s me who wakes.
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