Opacity

Dear world, do you keep
more things closed than open;
do you believe 
                     a large
house with many rooms is better
empty than given to poor
flocks 
          of shelterless birds
or animals limping in from 
the hunting fields? 
That trick of polishing 

the glass on a sliding door— 
the soft thud of bodies 
          arrowing toward its often
lethal surface— light mimics
the quality of truth 
so in this 
             instance becomes 
a lie, becomes a broken
wing or bruised 
throat.