Pretty Blackbirds

“You can make it,” I said to him.
I love you Black Sparrow
you who were a hero in some revolution
mother fucker got
shot down.
I guess God meant it all.
Cemeteries.
BLACKBIRDS
butterflies and ants
garbage.
I told her, “Look.  Get the fuck away from me.”
nobody ever called her name.
nobody ever called my name.
She Will See This.
Don’t be ashamed of death.
I WANT YOU! TAKE ME! TAKE ME!
but they don’t understand.
they will never see
I can still hear their screams.

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About tanyas13sonnets

poet and dreamer
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