We Are the Dead Birds
Exposed carbon shell
dead circuitry
our ancestral coronation
strewn on the floor
as pillar candles burn
with iconoclastic blight
we soberly sedate ourselves
before stepping onto
slumber's sepulchral stage
to act out subterranean chimeras
the radiating ecstasy
of being buried alive
and lo, the curtains descend
we are the dead birds
that soar with clipped wings
our cerebral silhouettes
engulfed in a
vulture's disease-ridden bowels
floating alongside scraps of
tarnished lacquer
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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