James saw a Hoopoe
Flying high above
Funny to be on an island
And not to feel love
He caught it on his I phone
Him phone Her phone
He and She
This Hoopoe was caught
In a net whoopee!
James saw a Hoopoe
This is all I can say
It was many years ago
From here an eternity away
I call back to my past
My bird song echoes
But it will not last
As all the love
That we must one day
Let go of
The Hoopoe
Was as transitory
As a cloud shadow
He picked out its dimensions
Zoomed into its pixels
Like some wanted fellow
A felon escaped from prison
But it had no talons to speak of
Only this strange head
And then of course a distinctive call
To recognize miles and miles
Above the island of the dead
How many skulls have reverberated
This sound?
Called out for another's answer
Thinking themselves
The only other Hoopoe around
How many wood pecker skulls
have hammered the tree
And cracked like nutshells
Before they can get free?
How many skulls hear the ringing bells
How many hear the poetry?
Just the Hoopoe
Just the Hoopoe?
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