Encyclopedic bird, with wings inferred,
I will paste you beneath two fish-eagles
Like some Icarus of the word. A bird
The old ambition, guilty and immured.
Until my rash prefigurement, proleptic,
The collage imagined
here was never made. After writing out these notes it occurred to me that
the idea had been realized, however obscurely, in its description. I've
actually had a hard time finishing any collage since "Archaeopteryx,"
and the few I've seen through to completion have never matched their conception.
This is a song, then, of extinction.