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
          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 

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