Chicagoetry: Feed My Steel Bird

Feed My Steel Bird

I and I, bent on justice,
Have you in

Mind.
Heart flattened by a wind
Lorry.
I and I bide like a hawk on a

Spire.
Sinner, sucker, self-serving
motherfucker: stay out of the park. I and I wait patiently atop the spire of
New
Pru.

My dad played pinochle every lunchtime
At
Old
Pru.

THIS is the voice of GOD:
You're gonna be

Sorry.
Worry: I and I see. I and I saw. I and I
Saw
It all. I'll pierce your soul with my crimson claw. Clever: crime can be silent as

Mind.
I and I are not
Blind.
Lithe: fleet as

Wind.
Silent as shame. I and I listened, I and I heard. Your heart will feed

This
Bird.

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J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.

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