19 Feb The Hummingbirds of Rages
Posted at 00:25h
in Poems
A pretty boy with pen and paper tools
Plays the poet’s choir all for fools
Chasing their tails following rules
Burning shadows as their spirit cools
The hummingbirds drink of a nectar meant
For the gods to drink in their thrones’ lament
The murmurs stop behind the parlor door
Locked-tight prayer locked tight no more
We spilled it out on the hardwood floor
Enough of us cry out for them to ignore
The hummingbirds silent in garden fall
Want to sing but mutter nothing at all
To hang our harps where foreign rivers run
Our days as captives had only just begun
Fertile memories, our fathers had done
Weeks of years of toil in the sun
The hummingbirds flutter a circuit-strand
Since their hearts stop beating when they land
The pretty boy perished a distant way
Dead in the elevator on a dusty day
His obituary read in his resume
We cried to silent heaven, we tried to say
The hummingbirds remind the sweet and sad
Sons and daughters of the land we once had