Colpo D’ala (From Above)
For the first
time he is putting skin
back on, re-covering something
stripped of its sleek silver surface. He has seen
its innards, drowned his hands in cool secrets lurking within
the disintegrating hull of the grand metal bird. How, he wonders, can she fly?
for what? He presses his ear, listens for the dissonance of hidden player pianos,
chords hollow and fragile. This was not his wish, to dig up the barbless,
to shatter his teeth on notes better left untasted.
Discovery precedes realization,
his is this: some are not
meant for air.
Riley Woods is a recent graduate of Stetson University. His work covers a variety of topics, often in an attempt to peel back the layers of self and societal formations. He will be attending the University of Montana's MFA program for poetry in the fall. His work has appeared in Oberon Poetry Magazine, Backlash Press, Obra/Artifact, and The Bees are Dead.