• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 08

Museum Piece

I was a wooden touch-me-not
But it only drew the lovelorn,
The flightless, night’s remnants
Cursed with coins to spare.

Then they fashioned me into
A bronze see-no-evil, my cage
Worth a king’s ransom, cast
In silver. Only the homeless came.

Until they poured molten gold,
And I was drenched like god.
My heart quickened, almost human,
Seeing them flock like black birds.