Each day I fly far
from the nest.
Through commerce,
through industry --
consumers of
human identity,
I pass unnoticed
as if a shadow
in a forest.
My body lifts,
made strong by your song,
and the fire
building in me flaring in my carrying me
back
feathers intact from
the cracked cement
and metal, bent --
the brambles that creep
on our bodies in sleep.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
Each day I fly far
from the nest.
Through commerce,
through industry --
consumers of
human identity,
I pass unnoticed
as if a shadow
in a forest.
My body lifts,
made strong by your song,
and the fire
building in me flaring in my carrying me
back
feathers intact from
the cracked cement
and metal, bent --
the brambles that creep
on our bodies in sleep.
