/lit/ - Literature

we birds looking downwards on the madness
sometimes feel sorry for them
the multitudes of humans
spinning circles around each other in a frenzied and agonized dance
each person incredibly captivated and infatuated by their
own sphere of importance,
mesmerized by their fingers and
blown away by their own magnificent photographs

we always look to the people as a source of amusement
and (every once in awhile) an inspiration
because sometimes their interactions are unobtainable by the likes of birds
and a feeling of unfathomable jealousy surfaces
for an instant
from wingtip to wingtip,
falling from our beaks in a cry of childish sorrow, falling
falling, falling, down, down, down,
into the madness below

but then it disappears
and we are no longer envious of the creatures who stab each other with safety pins,
the points poisoned with incredulous exasperation,
the beings who only moments later obliviously pass each other in the grocery aisle
their beautiful eyes dimmed by the false philosophy
that nothing really matters anymore
and that their thoughts could never be influential enough
to be interesting

we fly over civilizations lost in the dust,
now only the ruins of memory,
politicians and poets and scientists
all engrossed in their oceans of unfortunate shortcomings
and disastrous public consequence,
divulging in the candy promises of idyllic radio broadcasts
that express the wonder and magic of the world,
but never go beyond letting everyone know about the excruciating pain
felt by so many

we birds occasionally try to give the humans gifts,
we leave feathers for them,
that (if reflected on properly) could define the mystery of a black hole,
or imitate experiences that people caught up in rollercoaster realities,
desperately require,
but our feathers are normally ignored,
and so all we can do is watch them
spiral and laugh and cry,
love each other and kill each other,
create things and destroy things,
all while existing within the confines of entropy

but what else could we expect from creatures lacking the means to fly?

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