AIMLESS DEATH
And so the sparrow falls
Yes, he falls
He twists and he turns
Yet he falls
To the ground he is bound
As he falls
Still he falls
The sparrow he falls
Sky spirals
Earth beckons
And he falls
Out of the tree
He falls
No more to be free
On the ground he is found
By he
The killer who envied his freedom
And plummeted him into oblivion
And so lay the sparrow
Together in death with the arrow
He is gone
And his killer?
His killer lives on….
Robert this is simply great penmanship...don't you ever stop writing...10 again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe the same life force or consciousness runs through us all, so why try to kill it? Your beautiful poem describes the irony of this so well. Thank you