Boeing Jets throttle up Balding skulls and sweaty palms Jerk deep into economy class seats The polished mickey mouse nose rises Curling its rubber-ball feet away Blasting its course into the rough winds A faint plain is our canvas As we peer through the cold, black glass Of silent Sydney Airport He left us for Damascus And the wine of unwed virgins On dusty afternoon roads, veiled away We are alone again, siblings of a man Remarrying his insecurities Mopping the floors and feeding each other Still children Our mother is gone, she died giving birth My little sister’s cries were not heard Over hers Do we get the open palms of seed Children need to grow wings? We sew our feathers together To keep the cold out.
Reason for writing:
Silence must come into light.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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