The Vermillion Imperative

In wordless scarlet reproach

the directive is dropped

seed from beak to beak

Scatter the gloom in bushels and pecks

bill the pain to the past

wing the future notes

Onyx-eyed simplicity demands

broken-winged or fluttering

“Arise, fly, sing!”

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