Swift

Swift

Born like a switchblade
flicked open
locked open
spend your life
skimming and splicing
currents of air

will your wings and tail
snap off when you die?
the stone of your body
will it fall to touch the earth
for the first time?

will sky take root?
as it cracks from your brain
amidst the long grass
whispering above you
glinting in the old light
like soft knives

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