To a Wren on CalvaryBY LARRY LEVIS“Prince Jesus, crush those bastards …”—Francois Villon, Grand Testament It is the unremarkable that will last, As in Brueghel’s camouflage, where the wren’s withheld,While elsewhere on a hill, small hawks (or are they other birds?)Are busily unraveling eyelashes & pupilsFrom sunburned thieves outstretched on scaffolds,Their last vision obscured byContinue reading “To A Wren On Cavalry : Larry Levis : : Bird Poems : :”