Today I’m reading you a poem by Michel-Vincent Corbeaux, who is an admin for the Wildside Literature group on Telegram and an editor for Fyresong Publishing residing in Texas, and you can find more of his poetry on Fur Affinity and SoFurry at Corvid_Conquest.

Read for you by Khaki, your faithful fireside companion.

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You’re listening to The Voice of Dog. I’m Khaki, your faithful fireside companion,

and Today I’m reading you a poem

by Michel-Vincent Corbeaux,

who is an admin for the Furry Written Works group on Telegram

and an editor for Fyresong Publishing

residing in Texas,

and you can find more of his poetry

on Fur Affinity and SoFurry

at Corvid_Conquest.

Please enjoy “Heraclitan Bird-Songs”,

poetry by Michel-Vincent Corbeaux

I. “The Heraclitan Bird

Prepares For Death”

Denied by all, the black and cursèd bird

Encased within the pang of pain and grieving,

And painted with a crest

that sang deceiving,

Defied the world --

corrupting all they heard.

By savage river hid from land absurd,

It made its rest in thorny nest believing

Rewards of love were never its achieving;

Deservèd of the judgement for its word.

To wander on in aimless wingèd travels --

How suffering had made its spirit fled,

Exiled, in crisis cries its frame unfed;

Exhausted still, its little will unravels --

Near setting sun, its world undone in red;

Defiled, the thirsting flame engulfs the dead.

II. “Resurrection

Of The Heraclitan Bird”

Return to earth, that brought your birth, in ash:

Inside your hell, and raised unwell,

your singing Sounds silent now -- at last these notes quit ringing --

Ensnared, your toil within the soil would clash.

But many beasts were phased by such a lash;

Instead the spirits mourn, as fountain springing --

Resolve to live,

and leave your sorrow -- clinging,

Despaired the beasts --

so torn at brethren’s crash.

For as they spoke

that futile seeming prayer --

Like alchemy allows the metal turn --

You thus awoke with joyous croak! The urn Now breaks in hopeful flight --

you take to air -- O’er world of bliss,

without the worlds that burn,

When fresh, with kiss to heaven,

you return. This was

“Heraclitan Bird-Songs” by Michel-Vincent Corbeaux,

read for you by Khaki,

your faithful fireside companion.

Thank you for listening

to The Voice of Dog.