By Fire Painter, Steve Spazuk
To fire painter
Draw me out of flames
Smoke streaking the air
Where there is darkness
Let your feather brush silvers
From out of soot & toxic air
Move your hand
Etching my face, bones
To life until I am a bird
Singing at night
Free of poisoned chemicals
Warbling of joy
To gentle moon
Note: Steve Spazuk works are a reaction to the heavy use of pesticides in North America and the consequential poisoning of insect-eating birds.
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - 55 Words - Hosted by MamaZen
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