counting needles / ode to NT

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megwaf

one
dying spider
half crushed
as it crawled
across my face
a little voice
“stop
stop
it’s not too late”
a little voice
heard
too late

the sound of clattering
crashing
on the trolley
behind
a stumbling
of hands
/    was I sure
she was sure   /

yet
“oh you’re skinny
this will be easy”
still rang in my ears
as two
strangers
stood by my bed
my trust
in their hands

and three
anaesthetics
so quickly
administered
“can you feel this”
too quickly
asked
/    passed    /
then on
with counting

four, a twitch
five, a start
six, the air
now thick
with swears

seven

too
much
movement

eight

a plea
to at least
take a break

but nine

no
not possible
we’ll continue
just count
to 16
til the sobs
and gasps
bring one
kind face
to enquire
and make
the second
stop

“I can’t…

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Imagine Once Upon a Time A Birds Song

once upon a time I fell from the nest
I landed on a street with brilliant neon winks
of crocodile eyes n smiles
But
there were beautiful n exoctic birds of the most unusual rise
that got caged by the Plovers
vicious species masks of blue
These lapwings of policing would try to make the beautiful birds talk
n then let them go again
24/7
these beautiful birds
of different names
Louise
Candy
May
Honey n Sky to name but a few
all of them brilliant
all of them different
never flew
their wings had been clipped
It’s true
they were the saddest lil birdies
but you’d never knew
they never spoke of this act
n always laughed n sang through time
just went about seeking what they could get
to survive
n only cried in a silence no one could hear

Many died
Injected with poison
Mainly from the crocodiles
their given names were all the same
A family named Pimps
Another kinda bird
the scavenger of types
like Vulture’s they flew around the streets
Looking for the naive the very young
prey
pretending to be Love
they didn’t tell the birds
the street was really a cage
A Giant cage within the systems cage
where all the wing clipped beautiful genteel n fragile of birds
were beaten n mistreated to engage
in acts of brutality upon them

I miss them all
those birds who were my friends
some
only a very few got away

n I now sing a song
my friend from this street
who saved me
before she died
sang to me each night
when I thought I would die n never learn to sing
Imagine