Birdsong

Skinny Bird Poem

If poetry is vulnerability

then I want to be barefoot

in the indiscriminate shit

of some bad week

wings down.

I’ve not seen anyone

as brutally human as you

not many are willing

to put soul and ass

on the line

and for what?

Oh, call it belief or

call it faith or

call it religion of self or

call it something naked

and something that matters.

The bird has no control

of its bowels

brutal as that sounds

being human is like that

sometimes,

wings down

with a faith that allows

for filthy feet.