Who Knew, Turning

"I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance"

Who Defending a Chicken

"Happy fourth," she says to me,

walking into her house.

"Yeah..." is all strength allows me

to utter. Though, it may be

a beautiful moment of historical

equality;

A bird begins singing to me;

"Hear a song about my sisters;

They have been in captivity

for ages, and with the echoes

of revolution screaming through

the sky, I implore you

To think of my sisters."

"Some are crackling

after a life of prison (remember: to live

and to die)

There is a boom

and there are crackles

With an explosion of flames

fluttering in the firework

covered sky.

My mind focused on a bird,

struggling without hope

in this,

America, land of those

who say free.

"Līberōme!"

"Līberōte!"

they cry, and sing,

and crackle.

 I Turn

As a frozen chill slices through my body

I feel the sun upon my skin.

Repelling the warmth while digesting the cold,

I begin to shiver once again.

Teeth ch ch chattering from deep within my soul,

Cl cl clattering like a spoon on an empty bowl,

Cr cr crawling through a empty hole

Left inside my heart.

Too numb to feel, too dumb to think.

Too cold to move, too bold to sink.

Too weak to hope, too bleak to pray.

Too in love to die this way.

Cold hands move in front of frozen knees,

A warm sun shines through an icy breeze,

A cool wind blows through snow covered trees,

And I crawl on, too in love to freeze;

I'm too in love to freeze.