Migration (Missiles
and Wings)
A missile,
maybe mightily
and more
can reach
the furthest
ends
of the earth
and perhaps
to the furthest
ever
of shores,
for the dead
of today,
will fire it
anyway,
and plunge life
as again
we will never
know it,
to the ends
of the earth,
for sure,
for sure
we won’t
know it
for sure.
And yet,
and yet,
as I look up,
so high
and above,
above half
of this fragile earth
and more,
a single bird flies
with the heavens
of sky,
with wings
open
to hoping
and dreams
without doubting
the stupidity
of men
and
the questions
unanswered
as to
why.
to why
as to questions
unanswered
as to why.
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