This is a poem by Justin Phillip Reed and it is called, " What's Left Behind After a Hawk Has Seized a Smaller Bird Midair." I read it and it moved me so I decided to share it with you. So here is a small section of that poem...
I like men who are cruel to me;
men who know how I will end;
men who, when they touch me,
fasten their shadows to my neck
then get out my face when certain
they haven't much use for being seen.
I like men to be cruel to me.
Any men who build their bodies into
widths of doors I only walk through
once will do. There's a difference
between entrances and exits I don't
have much use for now. I've seen
what's left behind after a hawk
has seized a smaller bird midair.
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If you liked what you read go check out the rest of this poem at https://poets.org/poem/whats-left-behind-after-hawk-has-seized-smaller-bird-midair
I encourage all of you to read more. Read more poems. Listen to new songs. Explore the world. There's much to see.
~ Have you ever been moved by a poem?
Yes.
See poem above.
Love,
D.O.
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