displaces others.Think pre-us- how the silence
broken only by bird cry and tree snap
crunch of leaves beneath indigenous
Those birds migrating
away from airports and noise,cars and pollution
Some drop from the skies like old satellites
Some fall @our feet like beggars
We own the land,the law,the fences
Put birds in a cage for their song
wonder why the gold yellow blemishes
Ugliness a business of building over indigenous
no birds will sing in a pine plantation
If we were birds,when will we release
all that is squashed via our occupations?
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