A Sermon on Forgetfulness

A sparrow was found
hovering mid-air,
its wings sagging
and the tail
like a teardrop,
just at the brink
of being sacrificed.

Bound
nowhere.
Found mid-air.

Eyes dragging
vision out of the jail;
it forgets to look
at the moon stale.
Forgets to blink,
chirp, hop;
its tail like a teardrop.

Forgets, forgets to fly...
Bound nowhere,
the sparrow forgets to die.