A lark (as if
by my words, I
can know such a thing)
disguises itself in an
eagle's
feathers. Says, “By
god, I will eat tonight.” And
how happy or unhappy
it makes him, these little phrases that
jar him back to reality (: “I will
kill the next child I see.” or “Un
less I am crazy, this
medication is working.”) are
nesting down above the door.
One way or the other,
people all have an un
quenchable thirst to
release the
savage beast of injustice
that is within
us all.
“Vindictive, yes,” he says. “But never,
when it really counts, never e
xactly cruel.” And (singing), to bring the
zealot in his soul to heal, he feeds.
intrigued. i like how you broke up some of the words to use them.