Seagull

Unwanted frown –
passing cloud over the blue

Discarded cloak –
I never wished for a crown

Here an opening that says:
'See, go!'

In this world
there are more throbbing veins
than cars rushing by

And her bionic hand
will not go for the nuclear

So let us not cry
over the spilt milk

Let's not resent
the hunger of the seagull

(Now on through a tunnel
and the silence parted
by the writing

on the wall)