escaping their cage
ascended above its protective rings
falling or grasping, I can't tell which
so that they nearly touch the ground again
fleeing the will of woman or gravity
but too slow for both
and with brutal force they rise
strapped in place
like a perilous mental patient
bound back into servitude
ripening for my slaughter
Saturday, August 7, 2010
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