Before Death

A bird in the kitchen
this morning. 
It was enough.
A song among tangerine bowls.
Near the open window
atop the butcher-block table—
grapefruit, 
      a spoon.
                        Unequivocal.
Peering out into darkness.
For Sunrise. 
Knowing
it will blind.

Too much.
                      Hallelujah. 
Even the seeds.