Jerome by Anastasia Forfotă - HTML preview

Bird's Eye

This bird is an unknown bird,

trapped inside a cage;

it sings but isn't heard,

blinded by its rage.

I try to quieten

the vowels and the crane,

the melody of it,

the weepingness, the sweet

defilement of ease,

a raw and unkempt seed

- it spits it out;

I want to shout

Go!

And leave me be!

But it doesn't flee its cage

even when it's free;

it merely stays, deranged,

and watches my defeat:

my lips are sewn and cut,

the seed behind my teeth,

— it hits to make them bleed —

do not let it out

for it shall bury me.