wood and fit the two sides
with strings of rubber.
You get a slingshot.
Everything becomes
a target from there on.
Street bulbs, bottles.
Pigs, dogs and cattle.
You take aim at crow
eventually and it
falls down wriggling.
punctured breast.
oozing blood.
So much for a young
mind to process.
Twenty years down
the line, every night
it still caws in your
dreams.
Tell me, if you kill a
bird and carry it's
weight in you,
Did it die or started
living in you?
Tell me, when you
kill a bird, if your
soul dies too.
The caw caw in your
head, tell me if it's
kind of incarceration.