And Said The Dead Bird… Poem by Lovita Morang

and said the dead bird…

is it a mere Betrayal,
or
heart nomore being loyal.
Said the dead bird

broken pieces of my dead body were scattered
by the strong hurricanes of destiny and human anger.
I wanted to fly through these beautiful breeze said the dead bird

Freedom became just a dust and a danger
mouth filled with blood
stomach filled with hunger
I was succumbed through polluted nature.
I wanted more to fly said the dead bird

Finally I become what there is nought.
And my dead body enliven by a mere human touch
As she hold me up from the spot-dead
Where I clashed with catastrophic civilization.
I smiled but she did not see said the dead bird.

My heart became endless now,
My dead body Dissolved into this deathness
If death is that beautiful-the final ecstasy
Let death not bleed
Let death not be this painful
Said the dead bird…

Drops of dew on a petal of a flower,
Not yet dissolved.
whole sky raining cry-like
tears dissolved in rain -
I cursed not never those
who are Enslaved in human’s idiocies…
who rot in human’s concubine room said the dead bird

the lovers were made of winds and hurricanes…
and I was made of their souls…
I was not a mere bird
I was not even a rare bird
and i roared at my inability to fly
again into currents of destiny,
I broke my wings in the heaviness of hurricanes
And my feathers fall through in the lightness of the winds
and i celebrated at the perfection of unfolding events of another life.
O earth where all lives has Life.
Crown me now not with a shroud
I am living yet another life
said the dead bird

into this MYSTERY
I seek for more knowledge
I search for more knowledge.
I wanted to fly more I wanted to flower said the dead bird
yes it is painful to fly higher with these broken wings
into this space
Space is what you can not touch.
Space was only for this secret reason to fly in joy. Said the dead bird

As winds of destiny has to keep on blowing.
To continue the magic through hurricanes
Here I fly again
flying higher with broken wings
but with human love
it is not a pain
it is not a death
Said the dead bird…