Set Upon a Wire

From high above, from here on high
a dove surveys the noble sky, the
true terrain of loss and love, this subtle
one knows from above, the cage that
holds the one who’s trapped, within
the murderer held rapt, in all attention
to detail, the dove has measure, sees
the scale, and order true of all that lies
here on the Earth, ‘neath mortal skies.

O gentle bird descend to me, as here
I sing apostasy from all that to this
earth does bind, my mortal soul, my
human mind. Descend, and carry me
afar, beyond the cruelty and war,
oh dearest spirit from before, now
winged, now this wire abhor, and
take and make, and sing me new,
for I would fly, and know with you.