Looking At The…
/Looking At The Bird In The Cage
Much has been written
about why the caged bird
sings;
but poetry about the person
looking at the bird
in the cage
is much more obscure.
The
agony
of watching
as a bird who can’t fly
further
than 40 square feet*
is restrained
from the wind,
the sea,
touch,
salt
of the earth—
they can’t kiss,
they can dance,
but only
in their cage—
from
the sun,
the grass
on the lawns,
and only
fed by hand
out of trays is
immense. It
encompasses
one’s being and
pulls your heart
on
a string
right into that cage
with them—
that pathetic little bird,
whose sole purpose in life
was to fly,
eat insects,
perhaps pollinate
flowers
and
move seed.
And now—
they are imprisoned,
and they
didn’t
even kill
any other birds.
*the minimum square footage required by statute in certain states for a prison cell
By Melissa Lemay
From: United States
Website: https://melissalemay.wordpress.com