won’t who she didnt bear
suspended only by thin air
cannot believe who she
didnt conceive
eggs of a feather stay together
on different coasts
of family never boasts
it’s been a decade since life was meant just for living ... now, no year ends, and no thanks for giving ... if not for the oxygen of love ... hawks spread wings to rise above
decide between flight or to feed ... choose between freedom or to make someone bleed
what creature must stand in the hawks way ... cursed to die tomorrow just to live for the last half of today
taming hawks by night is
to deny its hooded sight
with clarity she
curses humane charity
never deny fashion for
it has no flaw
grabs each savior by the jaw
a heart in each free claw
always the earth she outlives
for every bird takes what she gives
to make her wait
is to provoke eternal hate
when the hawk leaves first
bored with quenching her thirst
comes no memory of who she last cursed
she’s still here in each scar
worshipping different stars
taking flight in leaky English cars
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