Sonnet #329

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