May 2013
dead birds in my ceiling
tiny imbedded wings
they know who's laughing
and who refuses to sing
their beaks are listless
no longer in need of their eyes
their ears are long gone, past
so they don't hear the future's lies
dead birds in my ceiling
tiny imbedded wings
they see when I struggle
they see
everything.
tiny imbedded wings
they know who's laughing
and who refuses to sing
their beaks are listless
no longer in need of their eyes
their ears are long gone, past
so they don't hear the future's lies
dead birds in my ceiling
tiny imbedded wings
they see when I struggle
they see
everything.
AN: I work in an old, kind of run down school. My office is on the stage, and the soundproofing on the ceiling has become quite grotesque. One day, I was staring up at it, and this image came to me.
copyright fhw, 2013
copyright fhw, 2013
