• bisonontheroad 9w

    Sparrow Sparrow

    Upon the dense weight of
    Many rusted chains,
    Tied to its fragile ankles,
    The Sparrow with broken wings
    walks the path
    Of wet cobblestones
    From yesterday's storm.

    The sorrow music made from
    Earth and metal echoes beyond
    Into the surrounding
    hollow forest.

    We observe.
    They say.

    Her war.
    A dying tree
    Against a
    Bleeding red river.