Catching Shit

I used to be the shit!
Now I just catch the shit.
I’m sitting here literally reeking of shit
Pondering the meaning of my life.

I mean if you think about it,
I can do what every man or woman wishes they could do.
I’m cloneable a million times over!
I can be in the presence of every person in the world at the same time
Appealing to inquiring minds
Answering questions,
Raising questions,
Creating questions,

But today I’m asking the question.

What is the meaning of it all?!

Grueling hours of gregarious conversations
Grinding to get the story
More hours of screen time,
Uploading, ClicKing, POSITIONING, Eyeing,
REpositioning, ReAdInG, tweaking, and finally
Approving

 

Breaking stories,
International tea,
Captured moments,
Lies and truths
Organized just so
For you to choose.

I used to be the shit!
Now I just catch the shit
Dripping from his feathered hole
Splattered white purplie goop
Recoloring head lines
Pecked and violated for seeds and berries.

 

Somehow I was traded
Relocated
From Hands to Claws
From Progression to Pause.

 

I used to be the shit!
Now I just catch the shit.
Trapped in a cage with a creature
That was meant to
FLY.

The irony…..The unmitigated gall!

I mean only the human would harness
Valued information on printed page
Then turn around to use it for spoilage.

Then again….
What human would be so cruel to cage
An angel
A winged messenger
Carrier
Of the olive branch?

I am sure he’s wondering why God gave him beautiful gray feathers with
yellow plumage to pop?
Wings that could command the air
Flying long distances
Perching in heavenly places

Only to be traded
Relocated
From Air to House
From Freedom to Disallow.

This shitty bird and I may not be so different after all.
Both of us sitting here pondering,
What is the meaning of it all!?

 

Poem written by Miss Kiane

Writing Prompt: Write from the perspective of a bird or include a bird in what you write.  This prompt was provided during the Antioch Writing Retreat June 2022

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