In this hospital odor his wings behind the lacquered brass tendons of his cage are a pathetic fallacy, raking away the cosmetics of grouped vinyl chairs - the plants arranged like a high wax finish. He sings into his striped shadows of the sun, as a wheelchair whispers spokes down the hall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS ALIENS (TO YOU - EVERYWHERE! DEDICATED) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I WAS A BIRD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BERENICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |