With bits of string

and snippets of paper

do we make wings to fly unbound

like newsprint swans?

Do we tear through waves

’round the gilded cup and flap

like inkspots 

splattering water and wind ?

Will we try deny boundary 

of sand and sea

in hurricanes-our unmaking 

nail the Christian 

to crosses 

of our own making

crucify the old

commence with the new

forgetting 

only angels have wings

and gravity always listens,

don the stifled gown and  burka

flip the script 

with bits of string

and snips of soggy paper

cut our wings to fly

unbound 

?