Black Bird On a Wire

Black Bird Sitting on a wire Why is your back turned towards me? Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes, or do you wish to create some mystery? I have seen you Here at this old dump Picking through the unwanted wanted things I wish I could search along with you Check out what the Jones's have no more use for The bits of unfixed The not new enough Their "I think we deserve the very best" "This ain't good enough, let's buy more and more stuff!" At one time I wore their discarded clothes Wore them without pride I should have been proud For I dug for them with wanting hands Hands that waded through decadence Refillable Recyclable Usable Black Bird I watched you and your brothers As you feasted on our last suppers Ripping open black bags Fighting for morsels Unconcerned with the rotting Intoxicated by fermenting fruit Pungent aromas Bones that needed to be picked clean Me noticing but not recalling until now Back then I was hoping Praying for a bicycle Desperately wanting to ride far away from here Escape my then My embarrassment My, I hope no one sees me! "Garbage picker!" "Where did you get that coat?" "We threw that in the dump!" Boy oh boy do I like clothes now. No one makes fun of what I wear! Part of me wishes to return with you Black Bird To see what I left behind Reclaim Recycle that little boy But I can't The dumps aren't open anymore It is like those old bones Bleached Picked clean Manicured Items placed in appropriate piles All the while You sit on your wire Back turned to me Intelligent eyes hidden Knowing I can't disturb you In a while you will feed on yesterday For this place Is not closed to you!