I can’t get up or spread my wings
They are fractured from the fall
I try to raise them,
Limp they stay
-- Motionless
That’s how I am when they find me
Given up
Lying face down on the concrete
My bones reform after they lower me
Into the powdery ground
Sprinkling dirt on my ruffled, rumpled skin
Ashes to ash, fragment to bone
Flapping and gasping, I come to
Dusty earth in frightened flight
I trail grime all the way back to
Square one
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