The Fish

Laughter trills through fire
Joy is spun on a lyre
Feathers were just growing in
And the bird watched its kin
Playing, scratching, screaming

I want to play!
You're on fire!
Thats what you say
But my nests been made a pyre
Eating, feasting

Food is stuffed in its mouth
So one day it may fly south
A whirlwind eats the flame
Wind to glide and maim
Blowing

Wheres my light?
The nest alight?
I know, I'll burn instead
Feed the whirl in my head

Righteousness is personal
When anger is an arsenal
It walks among birds aplently
To none was it friendly
Playing, Scratching, Screaming

I have feathers!
No you dont!
You grab your tethers
And i burn the rope
Eating, feasting

The wind has picked up
It fuels the inferno
Burns all that know
The wind is a flood
Flowing

Wheres my light?
My body alight?
I cant see it, i cant see
This must be home, where im free!

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