They send to the boy to the top of the mountain to think about what he has done.
\nIt\u2019s just something that we do, this is what you do
\nwhen something needs to be fixed. There are boxes of birds
\nwith their wings broken, eyes sunk into skulls
\nstill covered with bright blue feathers
\nharbingers of spring, silenced. This silence is something to think about.<\/p>\n
The boy sits on the mountaintop, hands figuratively bound,
\nthoughts metaphorically bound.
\nThere are birds and flowers everywhere here, but they are not his to touch.
\nHe can smell the flowers on the wind
\nthe smell of wheatgrass baking in the sun, the
\nbirds flopping in the undergrowth. They are not his to touch,
\nhe\u2019s been told that they never were.
\nThe world is full of souvenirs of conquest
\nbut you can\u2019t get caught collecting them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Holly Day They send to the boy to the top of the mountain to think about what he has done. It\u2019s just something that we do, this is what you do when something needs to be fixed. There are boxes of birds with their wings broken, eyes sunk into skulls still covered with bright blue… <\/p>\n