wings on fire

when you walked in with your wings on fire
all the air went out of the room
you seemed so relevant in your hot blue flames
no one could protest your presence

the meaning you thought you brought
with your flourishes and flair
was devoid of significance

I was in awe of you then, when we first met,
you held my attention as easily as my hand,
but then you took it and cracked it and
smashed it and now it isn’t there
for anyone else

I lay broken and gasping for the permanence
you offered, then promised, then dangled
like a prize, without a trick to be performed,
you knew I would have done anything, just
as well as you knew you were going to do nothing

— GB

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