The wings they grow slow!
4 February 2016
We build selves
Tall and proud oft held
A banner
Prejudice
Crime against what we ignore
We pick of known shelves
Magmatic
A sea of faces
Unending
We shun them
Our minds little spam agents
Breaking wheat from wheat
The hard looks
They tell us nothing
What is there
Is unseen
You can only see with heart
Placid meet and greet
We choose swift
The cut relentless
Faces gone
Slow depart
Our memories small suitcases
The rest a blank slate
Indifference
Invading spaces
Paper thin
Like my heart
On a stark moonless evening
Playing with the dark
I too cut
Oft into myself
Bleak and deep
As it seeps
Separating me from me
I bleed out the self
You watch sad
There are rivers lit
By fireflies
In your soul
Where we could stitch some small parts
Save the wilderness
I cut slow
The task gory bleak
We melt fast
Like candy
Mouth place of prayer and sin
One of our bridges
I smell you
It fills my nostrils
Deep incense
Announcing
Your presence every evening
A mantle of joy
Like in dream
Floating high above
You beckon
To the stars
We are not what we may seem
Uneven our scars
We compare
Our bodies a map
Onlookers
Fascinate
They hail they revere they clap
Mutilated shells
We dilate
Cracked open we squirm
Tender worm
Readied harsh
It takes some light years to fly
The wings they grow slow!
Reading of the poem:
All you never say – Birdy
Shelter – Birdy
Wings – Birdy (Winter’s Tale)
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