Liberated

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Blackbird, how I envy
Your flight.
I’ll kill you some day.

Sharp eyes, yellow beak
Look down on me.
Do you pity me?

Fly high, higher still
Hunters with guns are
Watching you.

They will shoot you
And you’ll tumble to the ground
Feathers of dust.

Inky arrow on blue
Falling star.
Are you my soul?