Metallic Sun

It seems incredible
It's the metallic morn of another day
The night has stayed death
And the heart is impaled
On a song

Though the dust obscures the sun
Pick up your wings
And fly
Fly into the wind
Escape Flee Soar
From mundane maelstroms
Clouding the hour
Chained to the barren floor
The minutes, the moments
Oozing trickling
Through clenched fingers

Unlock the doors
Fling open the windows
Shatter the shackles
Spread your tattered wings
And fly
Fly into the wind
Escape Flee Soar

Perhaps there are other storms
Some other clanging rage
Beyond the metallic sun


-Rita Putatunda