with flaming spears
and ask ourselves, "why can't we fly?"
I once met a clever bird who
pinned himself to a cloud
when it rained, he fell
I want, so desperately
to go somewhere, but this bondage
has allowed me time to contemplate
is there anywhere worth going
that is now here and now?
so I sit and watch my pain flicker and fade
the flames have seared off the flesh and feathers
from my outstretched arms till only bones remain
and the iron spikes are embedded
into what is no longer considered a part of me
wounded, I stand up and walk away