like the vengeful breath of God
It carries painful realization
that callous care bites the hand...
the lost brown babies
the cold cage floors
the tears of heaven
and the flames rise
the waters swell
and forgiveness is not seen
Today, a bright red bird
lit near my window, to taste
the scraps my lover left
it stayed ere long as i would stare
the colors filled my eyes,
awakened and aware, and feeling
It was a thought of love
in a time of dying
