Cages
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the noise that comes from your trophy room | won't let you sleep at night: | each in its own cage handsome birds half your age |
an overwhelming sight | each fallen feather you picked up | lined up by color and by form |
to build the wings that you lack | which won't stick to your back | or even keep you warm || meanwhile your life branches out |
like a tree stretching towards something | of which you don't know what it is || the noise that comes from your trophy room |
will wake you this night, too | never mind what you've heard | it's the cage not the bird | that is singing to you ||
meanwhile your life branches out | like a tree stretching towards something | of which you only know that it is | not this not this not this