TWO CLAWS FOR BIRDS
Long ago I already knew:tomorrow the sun would not shine.
Some will rise, some will fall,
raging, urinating upon the Rose of Jericho.
Leave, leave at least
two claws for the birds —
so that for three lifetimes they may
tear evil out of your souls.
Poetry by Maria Deyana
Written on 2026-06-16 at 16:52
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