walking home i saw you flying with your nightsky blue wings shining
a brief moment of joy
then the moving metal hits
and you laid there last flutterings until you stop

how do hands pick up something so delicate
from such a hard road?
how do i step away leaving you nestled in the bright grass?
your little bit of hope broken by
carelessness...

one moment smiling, turned into a long sadness at the state of things.

we crush, we smash, we break wings, we live
comfortably numb
to all the small tragedies that trail behind us

pick your goat to lay the mantel of blame
it makes it easier to get up in the morning
to look in the mirror
and say, "no, it's not i..."