gunshots echo inside and outside of your head......


Birds of Prey

Godspeed to the bullet that now wheels and soars
Outside its iron nest, searching for food
For the meal it now seeks
Once ran his own aviary, and had hawking expeditions
For his own dark amusement
In the middle of the hushed streets
Strident cries rang out, and their talons gleamed
I have heard myths about eagles carrying off children
I do know these birds have carried whole, screaming men
Off of the ground,leaving mere rivulets of blood to mark their passage
While his birds ruled the ten feet over the ground
That men called home
He made away with whatever his arms could carry
But no more...not since his birds found themselves tamed by another, larger aviary
And now he sits, back to the wall
Waiting for a flock to carry him away
Suddenly a wave of disgust splashes its way through me
And I feel a bitter revulsion for these carrion birds
With ugly leaden wings
As they flutter yet again, destiny loading down the feathers.




Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-10-26 at 18:03

Tags Bullets  Destiny  Death 

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
I get such imagery from this. My mind has practically made a movie of the scene. Good work.
2006-10-26