08 October 2022


there is blood  

       on your wings 

in the feathers 

         matting the vanes

it weighs your lift

       belabors your trajectory 

unwittingly you've been


through the plate 

             in your breast

and once again 

     In the hollow of the

           crux tween your

    wing and body

the crown too

       you’ve dazzled with

is heavy now

             with might 

                    and woe

lift it from your brow

         in meager surrender

put it in

       the ground

for from thence

                it came

all those clouds 

                   are coming down

the blackbirds 


     and tumbling 


        they protest loudly 

the injustice 

     meted out