Poetry
by David Alexander
Invisibility or Flight?
Think of it as a kind of weightlessness. To be hidden is a kind of leap.
Romans were first to raise chickens indoors. We were first to keep thousands.
Invented breeds grow oversized breasts. Scientists pilot humane enclosures.
They call one aviary. The birds breathe dust and ammonia. When flu comes
they literally melt. They call it open air. Think of it as knowing you’re unable to fly,
and what goes up can’t be erased.
[Distillate © HA&L + David Alexander | {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]
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