The Weaver Bird

Antique Image of Weaver Birds


Weaver Bird 2


The weaver bird mourns

In plumage of black

For stories unraveled

By murder en masse


The mechanized slaughter

Of innocent lives

Pierces and pockmarks

The fabric of lies 


That men tell each other 

About who they are

While clinging to guns

And filling graveyards


The weaver bird grieves

In her dusky mask

For twenty six souls

Who shall not be back


So gently she weeps

'Neath skies overcast

 Funereal, gray

As shrouded babes pass



Be Well and Good Luck in 2013,

Martha Maria

copyright Martha Maria, 2012

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