FLIGHTLESS WINGS

FLIGHTLESS WINGS

A told: A bird is coming down
Where is it? the swan’s glisten
“It’s everywhere, look around”
Enough stares trying to listen

If nobody hear it won’t matter
It sings to me a twitting latter
A bit more fetching to find life
An armed city defiles exist rife

The bird attempt to flee a war
The songs are the vain conceit
A hand holds its trimmed claw
While it lies steady on concrete

© Ricardo Sexton

▸ RS:C||PHER

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