A Song For Falling
may came in a field
we were born no identification card
no noise
only stillness
until our spirit song
poured out our first cry
for the unknown
westward dancing woman
feed me
hold me
love me
pity me
let me fly
In a V we will beat our wings red
our kind knows no fear of heights
we fly above your book of reason
we watch everything, we notice
grandma said
'speak to all things and wait
do not come home until they answer'
each word is a miracle
with out voice our V will fall
our circle will crumble
when moon rules the old ones will
perform our past
we are cold but we live with purpose
our babies do not learn anger
our babies teach us how to soar
until our wings ache
then, after hundreds of painted winters
we will fall behind
red V will keep flying
the young will wail and give
away everything
and never speak our name again
on our way down we will prepare our exit
we will laugh
kiss
we will sing our death song
our words chirp at once
we will float, beat
and howl at the moon
our first cry will return
to the stretching thunder women
we will smile
grab hold
again
and again
and again
returning
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