A Miserable Flying Bird

Mutant of human, Whose view-less wings Took him so high,that envisioned life In whose, voice bird speaks: What I was, not me today. Serving to his hunger Losing myself, to make him alive. Wand I use of a witch, Mind into a river switch. Far out in the sky, Entangled in solitude, Lunacy,where, my ore smelt. That now is a wild stream: Roaring from the mountain Flooding in its dry bed, Desert where, my glacier Smile of the sun engulf. To sustain a life, For no grains I find here So I entreat you to dislocated Wings to put back into human To protect, from being To be: a Dodo.