message not messenger

you freeze the egg but still expect to see

the final bird unfold a bright blue wing

open its beak hop on a branch and sing

without restraint as it was meant to be

by complex nature set in plain degree

with hard compulsion still we have to fling

each accusation that's the strangest thing

of all the monsters that we have set free

back in the heart of all we keep alive

are means of sacrifice to gods unknown

who might observe our little jokes and crimes

and want to punish us or to deprive

our victories of hope and leave the bone

for us to gnaw and waste away the times