you hold so proud
your tomahawk
you have convinced yourself its true
the warrior
all feathered up
the drums a beat to fuel
yet wings are not opened here
only bound,
when feet are glued
to ground
you cannot fool the heart
at all
you cannot fool the heart
the grids in books accounting numbers
and days and years and hours
and pounds and stocks and bondings
so
in every inch
i cannot grow
i leap to climb out of this map
my wings to stretch and flare
to push off this ground,
leap from this nest
where only nestlings worry
there is a place
above this nest
that wings are given to carry
your tomahawk
is old
and weak
and too heavy for this flight
lay down
your coffin
in battle is
you feathers stolen from other birds
your own wings
are in your pocket
fly on
fly on
fly on!
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