One-eyed,
featherless,
scarred
and with deformed beak
it comes down my
kitchen window.
As the sparrows
got vanished,
someday,
I won't see
that single bird.
It's the
Tower bird,
aftermath
of the Towers
of Cell phone!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel the aftermath of 911 in the poem and it says more than the first read and cell phone use goes chaotic, all hidden in a broken beak...regards