Scraps and Feathers

Should you ever like to fly, sir?
To have great white wings like a seagull
And fly away?

I should like to fly away, sir
To leave forever
To belong to the sky
And only look down at the sea
But never touch it

I should like to leave, sir
Leave this ship and the men inside
Who laugh because they know
Why I stumble
When I walk

I should like to be free, sir
But wings are a fantasy
And bullets reality

"He said I was brave…"

Nothing ever meant more
And I had feathers
And wings
Of words

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