fireworks

The night the decade turned,
Three thousand blackbirds fell from the sky, and
My heart dropped
Into the
Earth.


There had been explosions and wrestling,
Not a plague.

Jacob and the Angel, in bursts of phrases
Punched out too quickly
Like beaks pecking for grain but missing their targets,
Hit the eyes, and left us momentarily
Blind.

Which one were you?
Which one was I?

Were the birds quarreling too?
Were they maimed by stray gravel,
Kicked up in our
Storm?

Were they thrown off course by the screens of fiery hearts
Defending their softness?

Were we too
Loud?

Were the birds disappointed
That as high as they fly,
Earth-weary bones return,
Stubborn,
Again and again,
Finding the cracks in
Hope?

Were they on their way to save us,
Then, learning it was too late,
Did they choose to dive to their
Distraught,
Resigned
Deaths?

Were they tamed
In all the wrong ways?

Were we?

Or perhaps it was a last-ditch effort,
A desperate attempt to say:

Look

What will happen if you don’t guide each other,
Take care of each other.
Trust the route you picked.
Do what you know how to do.
Get your act together.

Get your act
Together.


Get your

Act
Together.

Fly.


See also: Birds Fall From Sky in Arkansas, Jan 2011.

Collage image created by students in the Spectrum Program, Northwestern University, July 2012.


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