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