after the fall
I made new wings
of sinew and bone,
of muscle and feather
to fly a different flight,
a great and curved arc
of a different and more glorious height
whereupon I might see my old bones
bleached below by a sun
that cannot tear me down
after the fall
I made new wings
of sinew and bone,
of muscle and feather
to fly a different flight,
a great and curved arc
of a different and more glorious height
whereupon I might see my old bones
bleached below by a sun
that cannot tear me down
