A Bell Was Hung Poem by Wes Thompson

before the days of yours
and mine
before the sun had ever shined
two winds blew strong
and swept the sky
two wings gave flight to
my demise
the soul of all creation shook
and spread my mother's seed
that took
the breath of all the stars
in space and carved into
the trees my face
to bear through rain and
cold my name and steal
the blood that I contain
so I may raise the hand
so true to witness empty
seas of blue these wings
that tear through every
dream then give me hope
through brilliant beams
they flap my every step
toward home than shred all
peace till again I roam
alone in every way to lack
yet these wings I bear
upon my back until like petals
they fall to earth and I give
back life I stole at birth