Un Named

what's a bird
supposed to do
when he is down
below the blue
as if were clipped
his wings lift not
he crawls along
as if he was shot
he slogs along
but can not fly
he tries to laugh
but wants to cry
he slowly walks
and sometimes falls
he stays behind
his mortal walls
limping sadly
through the times
he pays the price
for guesswork crimes

September 1979