A BIRD WITH SCORCHED Poem by Miroslav Kirin

A BIRD WITH SCORCHED



A BIRD WITH SCORCHED wings makes its
way on the wire:

winter dream:
wind coiled

around silence:
there we go hard

in our persistence:
we pick up rocks

and murder all
that remains:

while we murder -
there is some hope:

while there is
some hope -

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