2006, Patrick Rosal, My American Kundiman: Poems (→ISBN):
They say the sky will double at least once during a man's lifetime and so it did in Boulevards head [/] But turgid birds came three by three and then some to fling themselves about [/] So he swatted them away too [/] To fill the aching gapes of heaven he invited another swallow then two then three (their flashy undersides a dazzle and distraction) then nuthatch then murderbirds then uncountable dozens more [/] This is how he thought he'd save himself but soon enough his whole brain had become a madness of wings [/] A squeaky starling racket [/] Grackles darkening him.
2016, Jay Hopler, The Abridged History of Rainfall (→ISBN), page 33:
We're all going to snuff it in the dark and when we do, the angels will, like murderbirds, descend on us from Heaven, our prayers still caught in their teeth.
