Well, it made sense to me because I read that one...or so I think I did. Agh, I've got such bad memory.
Anyway, this was my favorite part:
My wingless bones do not sleep they ache and the redolent freedom that escape from their silenced grave reminds me not of what’s been done a thousand times before, but that tomorrow the sun will warm my blood and scab over a larger part of my existence, and not so much that I will be scraped away, but I will be a god among fleshy men.
Well, I guess that's a lot of a "favorite part" but I couldn't find anywhere to cut it short..so um...over all really good Brad but I liked that part the best.
Of course when I first read this poem I was all, "What's he talking about? I'm confused." So then I scampered off to read Faith's poem and it makes a much... maybe a little (who knows) more sense now. So, anyway, it was an awesome poem, but it was really much, much better when I read Faith's poem afterwords (and then re-read yours). Made more sense and all that. Good going, very good, mucho kudos and all that. Brilliant.
