there is blood
on your wings
in the feathers
matting the vanes
it weighs your lift
belabors your trajectory
unwittingly you've been
pierced
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
circling
and tumbling
screaming
they protest loudly
the injustice
meted out
