There’s Plenty Never Reborn at All

You’re no ambulance chaser,
No injury attorney,
No mourner for hire. You don’t

Work on commission,
Don’t have to look for clients.
Clients always come to you.

None of them, so far, pay you
What you really want them to,
But they pay you. At the start,

You didn’t think you were real,
Yourself, and then you were stunned
To discover the whole guild—

How many there were like you,
How many sub-specialists,
How much work. You never guessed,

And even now you can’t see
How it makes any sense, but
You’re glad for the work, and glad

Small birds are your specialty.
They fold up so easily,
And it keeps you close to song.