The Caged Bird Poem by David Johnson
The Caged Bird
I dance at midnight, when the owls have
hung up their shoes and set their eyes to black.
The red bird flitts in its cage of bone
and the mind is swollen fat.
The broken lock of bone
the taxidermy cuts, sews and scores
the red caged bird sings
the red caged bird sings
no more
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