Fell Swoop

I was asleep at the wheel
when I was jolted back to life
by the sickening thud

of a bird flying sidelong
into the car next to mine,
a delicate winged creature

reduced to a lifeless mass
of feathers and splintered bone,
succumbed to the forces of gravity

in one fell swoop.
one life for another,
one fleeting moment

of universal awareness;
I can’t fly, but
that bird will never fly again.

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Dormant

 

 

Hibernation.
We all have these things
(beings)
lying dormant.

Torment!
Pent up & bent.
Angled & molded
Mom & Pop.

Passed down
& inherent.
Innate, this need
to debase.

Deface.
Good grace.

Universes
trapped
in small spaces.

Vomit splatters faces.

I want to know,

do sleeping souls
dream
of electric things?