He feeds birds
In my mind
in the city
playing with words
he can remember
from his language
left behind.
He feeds birds
he keeps them captive
in cages kept clean
with newspapers
of human filth
stories unfolding
always the same
and yet unknown
all entangled
in our hair
until one day
we set them free.
In my mind
in the city
playing with words
he can remember
from his language
left behind.
He feeds birds
he keeps them captive
in cages kept clean
with newspapers
of human filth
stories unfolding
always the same
and yet unknown
all entangled
in our hair
until one day
we set them free.
