Collected Poems 20
Black Birds, Zuerich
Once at a concert
a trio of black birds played violins
they held under their wings,
while only the bows
with their broken white horsehairs
kept shooting up to the sixteenths and eights
Until a pause of four beats let them
Snap off the horsehairs that bothered,
Before resuming their flapping
In vain attempts to lift off
Out to the balmy summer darkness.