To Fly – Three Poems by Lucas Bennett

To Fly (One)

I (among the clouds as
in no time before)
know an upward rush…
…an upward rush

I (sitting with the old
men before unseen)
find the world can crush…
…the world can crush

I (far above the earth’s
deadly dark surface)
want the steady hush…
…the steady hush

Now I can fall

Now I can fall

Now I can fall

Now I…

(unbroken)

await

To Fly (Two)

you align yourselves with each other
in coiling white snakes and roadways,
in square blocks of farmland and dirt,
in rooms stacked atop each other.

this world…
it will be gone.

your face blocks the window to the
just born pink-fire sunset that dies
before neither your eyes nor mine,
fades away with no hand to hold.

this world…
it is gone now.

you scoff at the winds and waters
until they rise up against you and
you cower inside your homes that
take the world’s beating for you.

this world…
it is gone now.

you cannot rise unless you train,
cannot heal unless you first hurt,
cannot build a bridge in one day,
cannot take back what you lost.

this world…
it is gone now.

count me not as one of you;
count me as one of the other kind;
count me as one of the other nation,
and under God’s reigning flag i fall.

To Fly (Three)

brittle brave wings in the wild breeze
behind closed eyes by cliff sides…
step forward, step back.
step forward, step back.

brief brazen winds on his willful brain
built with small spies and false guise…
step forward, step back.
step forward, step back.

broken brash wills in the wincing breath
born of all skies and all tries.
step forward, step forward,
step forward, and…

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