Simone Inez Harriman - Death Row

Death row
Draws closer to expiry
Your use by date
Rings
Legs that cannot walk
Ovals of eggs
Bounce free
In rivers of wire
Only to harden
As you have
No room to preen you stand
Half beak gaping
Ready to tear
Feathers from your neighbour
Beady eyed your spirit drifts
Blood drenched
On clipped wings

Simone Inez Harriman

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