after You my muttering is a bird

Amal Alhomsi

the birds are here

only to prove us wrong

their quiet fluttering, slender

feathers against the bare

wind barely like carded wool

like feathers, insisting they are 

more than the rough

skin of their bipedal ancestors

more than the chaos of buried

memories, their small hearts

quieter than a meteorite

yet still burning

i am i am i am

more than what you leave