Poetry

that lingers at the mirror image of the window
is swept away
when every insect catches the eye of a butcher bird
 
and I am caught in the scene
where it pierces the insect on the barbed wire,
is swept away
 
where the insect looses its life
and the bird is preparing for its next victim
where it pierces the insect on the barbed wire
 
and I see the bird spreading its black wing
as it twitters on the barbed wire and slaps its wings
and the bird is preparing for its next victim
 
while each insect it catches so smartly
where it is set on each movement,
as it twitters on the barbed wire and slaps its wings
 
and the bird becomes a deadly thing
that lingers at the mirror image of the window
where it is set on each movement,
when every insect catches the eye of a butcher bird.