THE BIRD THAT FINALLY LOST IT

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THE BIRD THAT FINALLY LOST IT

I am the songbird that swears.

No tamed caged fowl, me
With garish green wings
No sir ! I rattle those bars
And I mean to soar
Over tower blocks out
To the cliffs and the sea

But my once subtle voice 
Only croaks
In my throat
The vinyl is scratched
And I start to resemble 
A budgie repeating 
The well-worn refrains
That limit its days

I am the songbird that swears

My wings have been pinned
To my sides for too long
With knotted brown string
Parcelled tangled and ravelled
Through months and a year
Because of a bat 
That made the world kneel

Now my wings have been clipped
And there’s so much ‘perhaps’
That I’ve lost 
The will to fly
Send me a dove
To restore my voice
And carry me far on the wind