Monday, November 14, 2011

The Interlocking Chains of Command


The Interlocking Chains of Command

When a bird is no longer in flight
he dreams of worms to eat. Might
he fantasize of freedom’s glide and glaze
of flying? We humans speculate. But
for the bird, the air is just a means
for finding food. Dinner—not escape.
What, then, do the worms dream
as they pick our bones white?


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