Bird's Eye
This bird is an unknown bird,
trapped inside a cage;
it sings but isn't heard,
blinded by its rage.
I try to quieten
the vowels and the crane,
the melody of it,
the weepingness, the sweet
defilement of ease,
a raw and unkempt seed
- it spits it out;
I want to shout
Go!
And leave me be!
But it doesn't flee its cage
even when it's free;
it merely stays, deranged,
and watches my defeat:
my lips are sewn and cut,
the seed behind my teeth,
— it hits to make them bleed —
do not let it out
for it shall bury me.