NYU Black Renaissance Noire Fall 2015 Volume 15.2 - Page 98

96 By ELIZABETH COHEN The Afterlife of Birds   I had a dream that I was dreaming and in the second dream I was pierced by an arrow you shot in the first dream But then I dreamed I had a third dream and in it there was no sign of arrows or bows or all that ruby blood that spilled from me   The third dream was a dream of beautiful dancing in which there was an abundance of small birds, falling like ashes on the snow   And you said “did you see it?” And I said “yes, what a lot of crows” But you said “no, I meant my arrow - the one I killed you withthe one that has now transported you to an afterlife of birds.”