Tuesday, February 26, 2008

prosCONS

sharpen shears
clip the wings
of now flightless birds
phone lines
disconnect
and reconnect
on to busy signals
crossed
by the inhumane gesture of the hang up
as i lay hung in crosshairs
across places where
the limit is about yay high
and only takes up an arms length of the world
spun around 150 degrees
10 degrees off my center
unaligned with my wings
i take flight
but only across shallow water
and an eternity of cotton fields
feeling free from the wind
yet i glide
over undercover landmarks
marked by the pain
ending with the right to be human
instead of waiting in waters while singing in cages
...free...to be