The Bird Of Life

the kick, when you’ve had enough
in silence, telling one to fuckoff
the eyes in pefect sync
burning stare, without a blink
slack, has been cut, many times
the benefit of doubt, stretching for miles
comes to a halt
a sudden jolt
try to reason
it wasn’t treason
no agreement made
two different ways
stiff as a board unwilling to bend
standing tall, to the very end
a bolder, weighted to the ground
immoveable, pound for pound
except for flipping the bird
the bird of life, when silence is heard