You are a hideous machine
a motionless beast
that mocks the graceful beauty of a bird.
Gaping mouth devours fresh prey
breathing life into your ribcage.
You are a hideous machine
true - and yet,
each captured heart and pulse vibrates,
gaze fixed in awe
as you soar into the heavens.
At the heart of the eight compelling nonfiction stories and five-article appendix which make up Dreams of the Immortal City Savannah is this interesting question: What would your life mean if you were living someone else's dream of what it should be?
or the bald eagle?
this is a dignified double-edged greeting.
well presented.
thank you,
Donna.