a blinding light, a scream unheard,
I lay, huddled and damp
pining for the exquisite pain of rebirth
coursing through my back
as my downy new wings lift me into the air
I feel the lump in my throat return
though I beg my terrestrial crimes absolved
we are infants as we are men
and I find my self made a new prison
in exile, I shall never be free












