By Parrot’s Song
Watching the bird growing old inside its cage
inside its cage
feeding its agonizing life awaiting death
awaiting death
the liberation you might love inside your heart
inside your heart
You huddled up around the cage calling for love
love-calling cage
while metal rods piercing your flesh
turned rusty into veins
the tubes your life is running through
until you silently became the cage
the cage
you so much loved.
much loved
the cage
loved
love.
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