The California Condor

THE CALIFORNIA CONDOR

By Timothy E.G. Bartel

 

The way of dodos was their way,       improbable birds

Fated to fall from       Darwin’s leaf-stripped tree.

But man, it turned out,       had wings within him:

With care he captured       each great vulture, made

A sanctuary       for their slow healing.       

He stitched a likeness       of a condor’s form

To feed the mother-       deprived nestling, to remind it

What sort of being       it could still become.

 

Such rescue is what       church can be:

In rooms lined       with likenesses, we

Succor a deep and       endangered wingspan,

Discover and clean       forgotten feathers    

Tangled in the dark       flesh of every chest.

 

http://www.transpositions.co.uk/2013/09/the-california-condors-a-poem-by-timothy-e-g-bartel/

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