Birds On A Wire Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
Birds On A Wire
Truth is not something one can easily share.
Who would think there could be beauty there:
black smudgy annotations stirring
on long loops of sagging shining wires:
then, as if on cue, choirs
of musical notes went winging
away into the unmusical air.
I heard only the insistent word…Where…?
Why? Why? did you not hear
me say quickly, come quickly – over here
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