Stir
I
wore out my flight
like a dispossessed estate
either
uninhabited suburb
II.
I usurped my step
to sow my soil
from the root
down to the plumage
of my flapping
III.
The west raged with imperial fury
on my pusillanimous membrane
until tanning it as a martial shield.
intrepid
I beat my own flutter.
PS The wax did not reach me.
