We place reflections on the glass
To tell the birds there is a wall here
A hidden wall, but hard as death, fear
This wall of glass, these shadows that last
Hanging in the air without a bird to see
How nice of us to place these warning signs
Upon the hidden walls, should we on all lines
Masked to all fliers, where the sky looks free
But only death and injury awaits upon impact?
Let us wrap our colleges in decals, wrap buildings
Wrap office windows, wrap every television, in fact,
Those who fly depend upon this mercy
Or else sweep up dead birds and controversy
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