Victor of filth: flinging lettuce-husk, your province flag,

in the L-shaped ingress of the Frutaria. This ground

you take from aboveworld, your vantage

a rotting sill. Dirtybird, with your neck-thrust walk

and orangeade eyes, now you sit so blankly still

in the window, cracked glass your portrait-frame.

Dirtybird, harbinger of citymorning, hallower of grime,

greybird, pluckbird, O bring us your sunup, your percolating tut ofday.

By Geri Doran