Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Poem: when a dead blackbird



when a dead

blackbird

stares at you out of paradise


wings clutched

spiky

little feet


companion to wolves


when the dead

and humans


our companeros



sounds of other people

move beneath the floor


long slaughtered


or on a path

down to a child in the womb


then the sunlight of the settler

cut and scalped


goes haywire


dead settlement

empty air


so many things

are false

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