a language drawn in
through loops of musical notes
pitching high in tunes
of soulful melodies
carried out
by ancestoral birds
that perched on
ancient
climbing
slave temples
who once there
observed
blood and death
in life hung out
and dry
behind eyes that blinked
through sand and sadness
in hopes cut
but shared
and with the birds
dreams travelled far
past tree-tops
and the lasts of sky
to beautiful lands
blind
unknown
the place of plenty birds
where the eyes in the bodies and the minds of the bound
would have taken flight to
and settled down in
if only birds could have carried their dreams:
out