by Mark Senkus

Published in Issue No. 231 ~ August, 2016

I watched a white-throated


with all its autonomy

fly precisely into our side window

fatally mistaking glass for sky


this is what life requires

of us


to know death in more

ways than one


without formal hysteria

the sparrow is buried behind

the toolshed

a minuscule funeral

is held alongside the significance

of the world

something for the sake

of us both.

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Mark Senkus was born in Detroit, Michigan, and for many years now has lived in a far corner of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula in proximity to a forest known as the Delirium Wilderness. Senkus obtained a Master of Social Work degree and works as a psychotherapist for a Native American tribe.