Rubies and Pop Corn
They dipped our being in dirty grease
added a fist full of kernels.
Life turned up the heat
now-one by one we're popping out
little puffy hatchlings -
sweet songs in our beaks.
Growing feathers and talons
ready to fly now
on updrafts
of silent song.
Ready to ignite the world
that spit fire on our nest
one by one we'll pluck the rubies
from all of their bloated chests.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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