I sang my tune to twisted limbs and unsteady legs

but no one heard me up here on the second night

The black dove sitting on the perch of life and death

then you doused me in gasoline

and burned what was left of my wings

They asked me to fly

knowing I could not

sympathy and caring now dropped upon my shoulders

I never wanted to soar to great heights

but I still wanted to land on even footing

Instead my beak hit the ground with the force of your empty guilt

and I laid there

waiting for my wings to regrow

knowing it was impossible

So now I’ll take yours too

and we’ll lodge our beaks in the ground and wait

unmoving

flightless

and heavy

together