A bird to the glass
Will lead the flock with
Broken wings and peck out
The eyes of any creature
That sees a reflection.
I am no sparrow,
No sacrificial dove
And truth is the white shit
Stain on the hood of your truck.
The mask of intention
Is the pale blue plumage
That paints the raven's kin.
Vultures all, to some lower form
That gives their cause munition.
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