How To Kill A Sparrow

[Verse]
Under the parabola of a ball
A child turning into a man
I looked into the air too long
The ball fell in my hand, it sang
In the closed fist: Open Open
Behold a gift designed to kill
Now in my dial of glass appears
The soldier who is going to die
He smiles, and moves about in ways
His mother knows, habits of his
The wires touch his face: I cry
NOW. Death, like a familiar, hears
And look, has made a man of dust
Of a man of flesh. This sorcery
I do. Being damned, I am amused
To see the centre of love diffused
And the wave of love travel into vacancy
How easy it is to make a ghost
The weightless mosquito touches
Her tiny shadow on the stone
And with how like, how infinite
A lightness, man and shadow meet
They fuse. A shadow is a man
When the mosquito death approaches