they’ve clipped my wings
I refuse to sing. My air exhales waves if vapid screaming. I sleep without depth in my nest of cigar shavings. What it feels to say goodbye, I’ll never know. I’ve never been able to say it, I’m incapable. I pack up my small long lived novelties & watch empty as they count this as my 9th leave, consecutively. I remark their stares as a kind of penance, I discount any form of underlying vengeance. I dont let them know what they’ve done to me now, what they’ve stolen from me.
The only thing they see is how it feels when I leave. In a short time of guiltless consumption, how are they to know a ticking clock’s function? To be wired so discretely & remote. The explosion would be dubbed unlawful. Cooped up in my cell where I scrawl, “Death upon you all” in the marble walls. Im belly up when they find me, where they knew neither sides could take anymore. & at once, I’m pinned to the floor. One in front & one beside me. Through greedy mouths this was them haggling; promising, “what good for one will be good for all, now if you go we will all fall” bartering this, with ropes to be proven. The only golden resolution.
The difference was in the dose. What they couldnt take I swallowed seven fold. It molded me to fit something I couldnt bear. Now they cant comprehend what it feels from a lifeless stare. I whispered a warning to those below, without room for change leaves no room to grow. The thought of a bird estranged from a window is a weightless concept. What they’ve done to me left me inept. I hum to myself “Im no victim, it’s them,” another favorable false pretense. I crouch down waiting, invisible. On the rope, I feel them prod & pull. I see them coming, ready for war. what happens next, I’m unprepared for. I bolt passed shackle in hand. Pulling my chain apart, strand by strand. Not one body hit the ground, I lept from the top with no hope to come down. Around a limb & mine as well. A taught rope & my body begins a swell.
Motionless & grateful I embrace the sound. Figure by figure, they’re clawing to save their new found appreciation. Of life & freedom & more to the imagination.
Attempts are futile, between a rock & hard place. So close to death, I wanted to share the taste. Without any haste, one more with momentum. Swinging the branch & cracks the foundation. I hear distant snaps of twigs & as they approach louder, whipping & tearing away all my will power. To fight or hold onto any self worth, every one of us embedded into the earth. I am conscious, I open my eyes. Broken arms & torn torsos, as shattered as our lives. I smile a jagged tooth grin. Impending death; let the games begin.
