Rob Schackne #982 - Woodstock

                                                                 
   Woodstock

     Up there
     so much noise
     a young bird
     trapped in a crack
     bars we thought
     would bend

     dragged across a bridge

     the hearing aid
     the spectacles
     all that we became
     even a tree is moved
     where was it then
     what are we now
      not much to see
     still suspicious
     of mortality
     and the police