The Bird was Going to Die
blood from its beaky nostril
went inside for the carving
eye looking at me as a secret
say it all with one look. Was
putting it out of? I heard
the metal against grains of
held the bird’s body light
through its throat. I looked at the
starred like the Chinese Checker
cream on my thighs, were good at
scoop, that ran the knitting machine
the hooks to make rows of snowflakes.
The History Girl Makes the Cross-country Team
her line back into the clay, his feet.
hoping they will see her hands are white flags.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Samiha Radcliffe‘s Indian heritage sprawls through Persia, Russia and Pakistan. Her Pakeha ancestors came from France and The Isle of Man. She was born in Canada in 1979 and spent the first two years of her life on a Cree Reservation. She has lived in Aotearoa/New Zealand ever since. In 2008 Samiha was an MA student at the IIML. These two poems were included in her final folio, The great heart feeds you.