Starling

Photo by Lily Gee

I am one with all; all with none

glissading in organic

formation Yet our plumes

adorn a confidentiality

tethered to only a false

narrative that juxtaposes

the manacles interlinking

individual by individual

Alpha dignity consumed

by serf labor, encircling

vultures performing

remarkable feats

They shall be entertained

while They witness a

waltz between hues of

void, desolation, impairment

Distorted lenses wielded

to garner a crowd

and dismantle a brook

for phobia’s sake

When I sever my wings

I am all yet one; none and all.