When Blackbirds Came
I remember when windchimes nestled in the heart
rainbows soothed the tainted cay of innocents
a golden candle tempering the fang of dark
I prayed, good spirits would always reign.
I remember the day when blackbirds came
in their fiery beaks was an icy-icy rain
smashing every bluebird into bits of clay.
Silence and green-eyed things dominated the days
three decades of moths, chewed the good dream away.
Until I prayed no more.
The epiphanies then came in waves:
That windchimes only spoke
when the wind opened their cage-
Nobody paid attention to the candle
until dusk awakened to swallow the day-
The bluebird isn't really acknowledged
until his omega refrain is taken away-
Though the hands are now bent
the days are often spent,
sifting amidst broken pieces of blue clay.
Nighttime arrives with chilling cries
as the teary-eyed mime tries in vain
to knead the blackbirds into flame.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2024
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