Monday, July 2, 2018


You killed the birds.

Not, who killed the birds?

One on top of the other,

One grieving, one fallen.

Your fake cries said all

Wasn’t good enough to have a survivor

You smothered him too

Did you squeeze them gently to sleep?

Perhaps sonically you penetrated

Your face contorted

You screamed STOP IT!

I can’t stand that noise!

I saw you then

You know I saw you then

I saw your anger, I saw your hate

It was dark, and I missed this the first time

You killed those birds

A blood sacrifice, to raise the knife

To you and I

Gathered your courage

Garnered your strength

You organized me

Like I couldn’t see

Neatly, timely, orderly,

When you gave an empty hug to my child

When he set fire to the towel

Your face contorted

He said, I can smell her death

I saw you then

You are so nice on the surface

But your hate runs deep

From lens of your eyes

Project onto the movie screen called me

I listened to your words I heard all your lyrics

Dark and hollow

Black magic to kill tomorrow

You killed those birds

I know you killed one in my presence

You killed the other while I was away

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