Good Life

An Elegy with Starlings

In schools like fish

In the deep blue bowl of the sky

They circle and fly

And can be nearer to the stars

Than we can manage.

Each a tiny star

Together a galaxy

Of freedom, song, flight

Unaware that they must die

All together by the thousands

By our hand

For we must manage.

And manage we must

And so make tiny bodies falling stars

And unknown spirits shooting stars.

So, we watch their starry epiphany.

We watch for they teach us

From their schools to hope

Their suffering is short

Their spirit, somehow safe.

For before too long

We will follow them along,

Falling and shooting stars.