Eternity

Look up in Alsace,
there's a stork on the roof
with a little bit of venice
round the town.
He's first in
with a smock of plumes
and feather duster wings
all busy and bona fide true.
They always return
you know
for eternity ...
to the resting place
to the village
all stricken
with the war
with the worst
and the weakest will.
Did you want me to chase you?
To battle
to run forwards into nothing
to claw at skinny spaces...
like they did.
I will not!
But look up...
look up to the storks
love
I'll be there
In the concord
the airie
the home.