Rib Cage

If my chest was opened
under white light would
a falcon’s indigo wings batter
against my ribs with eyes
sharpened, intent and mindful
of its raptor roots or would
a parakeet’s cotton skeleton
lie sullen and bored, echoes
of its last learned speech
long dead

Sean Devlin is currently working in higher education with the desire to be a high school English teacher in the near future. He is a graduate of Northland College and shortly after earned an MA in creative writing from the University of Limerick. It depends on the day which he wants to write, fiction or poetry. His work has appeared in The Cardiff Review. He lives in Milwaukee and is from Pennsylvania.

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