The Flight of Thomas Morray
Thomas Morray was a friend of mine
He had this obsession with wanting to fly
He began to study the skeletons of birds
which provided his volcabulary with the
strangest of words
He professed he longed for his sternum to be fused,
so to strengthen his muscles, when in flight
he would use; these conversations left me
oddly amused and to be quite frank,
very confused
I mis-understood his studies to be for fabrication;
of metal, paper or other type construction;
I began to believe he himself a bird-brain,
I thought it was some sort of mental type strain
I visited Thomas Morray twice a week,
at the place where he lived; listened
to his stories of birds and of twigs
Until, on one stop, the nurses said
Thomas is ready to die
I bent down and whispered,
"Now's your chance, Thomas Morray,
Fly, fly, fly"
Copyright © Regina Branham | Year Posted 2012
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