The shell cage inside me
swings with a haunted bird,
eyes wide
mid-molting that never completes.
The cage door is open,
but what use is flying
when the sky is broken.
Can you hear the
humiliation, grief, and shame
in her song?
Job and God say,
beware your “friends.”
They pretend to be with you
but just want to fix you
when they should
break their own harps, their harmonicas,
smash their own guitars,
and just let her sing.
Haunting and visually appealing. I wonder what song that bird would sing. Excellent work.
ReplyDeleteThis bird is blue indeed. One thing I have never forgotten is that when my life was at low ebb, how many people gave me unsolicited advice that mostly boiled down to "be more like me."
ReplyDeleteI never liked the book of Job. God wagering with the devil at the expense of some poor bastard? And when Job objects, he's told, "I'm God, deal with it. I do what i want." The OT be like that.
Oh, that second verse ~
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