one day
I will bring you birds of prey
they will fall from the sky
like stones with my mighty shafts
through their hearts, no longer
ripping flesh with their piercing beaks
or snatching field mice with their terrible talons
I will quiet their ferocious screams
and purloin their gift of flight
I will place their fine feathered fops
at your feet, and my hubris will show
in mine eyes, with all the glory of the ****
you will wonder where my innocence
went to hide, how I learned to lust for blood,
to take my place in the pecked order,
to no longer mourn the death of the butterfly
whose screaming I once heard
against a black sky, but now is silent
I will bring you birds of prey
and celebrate the day
I became one of you
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC
one day
I will bring you birds of prey
they will fall from the sky
like stones with my mighty shafts
through their hearts, no longer
ripping flesh with their piercing beaks
or snatching field mice with their terrible talons
I will quiet their ferocious screams
and purloin their gift of flight
I will place their fine feathered fops
at your feet, and my hubris will show
in mine eyes, with all the glory of the ****
you will wonder where my innocence
went to hide, how I learned to lust for blood,
to take my place in the pecked order,
to no longer mourn the death of the butterfly
whose screaming I once heard
against a black sky, but now is silent
I will bring you birds of prey
and celebrate the day
I became one of you
inspired by the image of my three year old grandson, holding his bow and arrow
http://www.flickr.com/photos/18878095@N07/11167250676/
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