Black, Black Bird In My Chest
You have settled in my chest as in a nest;
Just waiting, waiting for GodKnowsWhat
You have nested as I, helpess, wait
Fly, fly away, black bird, fly away
Behind that stormcloud that presages rain
Fly far into the eye of the evening sun
The chime of bells does not mean I am ready
My legs are not quite steady;
Take away that pain, that rings, rings, rings.
Black, black is the bird nestling in my chest.
Fly, fly away, I am weak: unable to speak.
Where are the reasons? What are the choices?
As to why, as to how long, as to when
The black bird quit being a swan
Not even a blackbird: that is when it all began.
Copyright: Rani Turton
