His death.

The journey on which he went
was pre-paid in many installments
of lung and kidney, arterial stricture.
That elephantine anger went too
leaving an empty room, a birdless covert,
Do malcontents settle in transit
they wondered, the beaters, the shots
such a very angled life, amazed.
With shattered glass and shop dummy corpses
tide-stranded each successive equinoctial ebb
until the final exit, no staging.
Woodpigeon clattered at dusk’s disturbance
raising a black sulphurous fug of diamonds.
and leaving a single descending feather of white