paper birds

Apples rolling on a concrete bridge
And then papers flew like a flock of
in the sky over your homes
blood-red drenched in
the watercolour echoes of an
agitated world
telling you to leave before
it explodes in glitter-dust
and turns the season of
your breath.
Papers, printed with words
of an ancient hate
slicing at their heals
covering their histories
a horrific nostalgia
pasting words upon a past
thick enough to form a cast
hit it again and it wont last
unravelling a heart to hear
the dull of its beat
words flying over a landscape
papers flapping in the sky
telling them to leave or
they would


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