Two Wings Indivisible

Two opales­cent birds of stone
Fleet of wing, so light­ly flown,

Breath­ing cop­per in Apol­lo’s sky
Mark­ing the place of he who died;

For once he flew but now has rest,
In jaden grip his corpse is dressed;

Those steel wings threw fire and fume,
But only doves can repair those plumes;

Marked below by wormy silence,
Marked above with frozen violence –

One sol­dier,
One stone,
Two wings,

Indi­vis­i­ble.