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A caged chicken
If I
had
wings.
 
That would
be a poem.
 
If I
have
a poem.
 
To all humanity
fly, glide
spreading music.
 
Just in case
I
don’t have a poem.
 
Far from humanity
in a dark place
without wings and without friends.
The caged chicken
gazes in a stupor.