Here you are again.
Depressed, and punctured by pain,
Telling yourself it’s the end;
You’ll come to an end.
Knowing that you can stand
And fly again
Fly on like voices
Fly away, little prisoner
With all the rights in the world,
Grab its bottom and tie it to your hind leg
Let it roll and mate with your hate
Let it date. For past, present and future’s sake,
Let it bear an egg
Have sex with it,
Proclaim your love from the pulpit
And fly on, little bird.
Let smoke drift under your wings
Like wind enforcing pride in a national flag
Write liberty across the heavens until your pen sag
Beak forward, but eyes up
Wings to the side with glory descending
You’re an angel.
Copyright © 2016 by, Charles Joseph Augustin