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Identity Crisis

William Goresko 1951 (Philadelphia, PA) – 2008 (Willow Grove, PA)

You turn your head and look up at
The clear and sultry summer sky
And from within your emerald throat
There comes a sharp and piercing cry.

Your parrot eye, exquisite red
Is round and ringed with perfect lash
And with that tiny shining orb
You watch your feathered brethren dash.

High up they flash from here to there,
The swallows, swifts and raucous crows
And from inside your iron cage
Your consternation grows and grows.

While in the throes of jealousy
You open wide your scissored beak,
There tumbles out a garbled stew
A jumbled hash of human speak.

This welter comes out thick and fast
Reflections of my household lore;
A sullen whine, a sweet hello,
An addled laugh, you then implore.

Of course there's more (there always is)
But talk in Greek, you might as well,
The fragments of the words you spew
Into a phrase just will not gel.

Outside your cell you climb around
With no attempt to fly away
As you've embraced captivity,
(For room and board we all must pay).

Oh some would say, "His wings are clipped
He has no choice you stole his flight"
And while there is some truth in this
To leave it there would not be right.

Your plight is that your little head
Is filled with human intercourse,
Your wild winged heart has lost its wings
And so you're wracked with hot remorse.

Shriek till you're hoarse, or jabber on,
(You're stuck with us in any case),
Perplexed, at odds, and downright miffed,
Well welcome to the human race.
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Submitted by cuwoodford on April 29, 2021

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Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 1,404
Words 263
Stanzas 10
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4

William Goresko

William Goresko was an avid landscape photographer, a lover of backpacking and the outdoors, a voracious reader of classical literature and ardent fan of classical music as well as 60s rock and folk music. He also loved cooking and watching Sixers basketball games. He was a floor sander by trade. In 1984 at age 32 he was rendered quadriplegic in a car accident and lived for 24 more years. He retained his love of life and had a strong will to live. All poems were written a few years after the accident, typed one letter at a time, using a sip and puff device. Poems were submitted by his wife Cheryl. more…

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