The Blackbird Guilt (A Poem)

Poetry / Wednesday, March 7th, 2018

What did it feel it

to be pecked at

by a beak sharper than yours?

What did it feel like

to be pinned to the lawn,

with talons fiercer than yours?

What did it feel like

to be in the wrong part of the sky

at the wrong time,

and plucked from it,

then slammed into the earth

with a force you never knew existed?

What did it feel like

for your chirping cries to be ignored,

for your face to be stepped on, to shut you up?

What did it feel like

to have someone watching your final moments

from the safety of his parked car?

Know there was—is—guilt,

but saving you might have killed another.

What was one to do?





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