When Sarah’s husband dies from Covid-19
she takes in a rooster, begins calling it Sam.
Her husband’s name.
The fame of their legend
perturbs the neighbourhood wind.
The mornings moan in early awakening
the doors next and next to the next until
the ripples meet the sea, salt and wetness,
lost and returning,
and when the rooster dies from avian flu,
Sarah invites her neighbourhood
to the dinner and grief.
That’s all there is to it. Sea, flesh, charcoal, bones.
deuce coupe 