Tundra Swans

Richard Outram

Before the sun unsaid.
That we might under stand,
There having overhead
Passed such white command:

Superlative of flight
Wherein we turn to see,
In battering of light
Beyond ourselves, that we

Of this bright death behold
Within the inner eye
What we become: untold
God grieves the sky.

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