Avian Gentrification Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

I am that wingless thought dormant in time,
Formed in the calyx of dreams,
Stemming towards a sutured horizon,
nestled beyond madness.

An embolism of archaic nature,
Paralyzing humanity in its track,
I am the minister of urban progression,
Incarcerated in an erosive coastline.

Freedom I say!
As I reach for a sentry star,
An apogee of civilization,
reigning the evening sky.

Birds of all feathers flock tonight,
Thralls to libertarian flight,
Hardly a chasm of society,
Could stop this manifesting silhouette.

Where have my seagulls gone,
My Ravens and buzzards too,
I care to have a robin sing,
Perched atop a steepled barn.

A jaybird in spring,
A Woodpecker divine,
sprinting cross pristine forests,
Fussing over seeds.

Open your eyes son,
Your gates and moats too,
Gentrify your ideals,
And fly just fly away.