Bird Wings

by Cheryl L. Daytec

Come, my jailer, come closer,

I am too weak to move to you

Chains have broken my body

But my spirit is unbeaten, firm

Come feel the shape of my wish

From this- my gasping breath

Strike me with your bloodied gaff

I will be grateful to you, my jailer

Death is like my pair of bird wings

Your gaff the chain around your soul./cld