By Andrew R. Duckworth
We did not set our eagles free,
We abandoned them, replaced them,
Plucked their feathers out,
Left them on the roadside.
Now, the machine in the cage
squawks brilliance in our ears
And we pride ourselves on
Doing nothing.
Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth
Poetry, Short Stories, and Shared Experiences of Andrew R. Duckworth