Rehabilitation after Annihilation

Birds are everywhere
Freedom will prevail.
No matter what you take,
No matter what hell,
The bird will prevail.


take their trees,
Replace them with these
Buildings and scapers*
touching the sky...
And into these they'll dive.

Spinning and twirling,
Cutting through the air
the birds will be face to face
With their despair.
They will fall.

A splatter of feathers
scatter all around,
Never to be placed back,
They fall to the ground.

The black mass
will lay there shuddering,
sobbing to nothing.

But the body continues,
Harmed and dazed and broken,

But the feathers can be regrown.



*Skyscrapers