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
