What's The Use Of Them? Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

With two wings I was born
but what their use is I don't know,
I tried to hop
but I fell down,
jump here jump there
jump down jump up,
my cage is very small
and I already have two legs.
To eat I have this beak
and to play I have a swing.
I am alone,
to whom do I ask?
Who looks at me, amused,
doesn't realize that I'm crying.
I can open them,
are they a cloak?
Or maybe I can use them to sleep.
I am alone,
who can explain to me?
I have two wings that I don't use,
I was born with them and so I'll keep them
but what their use is I don't know.

20.3.'08