To Be Loved Poem by MAGNUS AMUDI

TO BE LOVED
Like an eagle in butcher’s corners
Some have embraced it like sands
They are the chicks of hen mothers
Protected from the hard craws of hard beaked birds

Though all in the spherical are
Most from milk teeth are thy denied.
Hovering from every tom & harie
looking like a raining season vulture

that perched on dry wood.
Feathers like an avian influxa bird.
Aching of heart at moon time is thy mood.
With oceans flowing down their eyes

To be loved, thou are a privilege
Enjoy by the class of privilege.