A dead cold bird Gifted silently at a wedding, Perched atop a slick menu and sly placecard. Divide and conquer According to taste. A dead cold bird was Absent from the head table. Indignant, searing silence From the Mother of the Bride Ruffling and preening in the wings. A dead cold bird is Silent on my dresser. Silver tears and wishes Spoken into the resentful air Nest awkwardly under her wings.