Birds

Our hearts are always bumping against the rib cages
trying to break free of the confinement
because they don't belong to us,
the belong to someone else.

The heart wants what it wants,
because it is like a foolish bird,
that wants to rejoin it's kingdom
whose master is the sky.

In its eagerness to freedom,
it forgets about the parasites that live
in the sky; ready to use them,
abuse them, break them and swallow them.

But the foolish bird, like our heart
knows it's nest is waiting,
waiting to be occupied
to fill to empty hole in somebody's chest