from Philomela - Tuesday, October 03, 2006
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I believe this poem has been mentioned on this site before. Sometimes it seems to tell the story of my childhood.
Ovidian Psalm: On What Turns One Into a Bird
(Procne and Philomel)
The betrayer built into ever cell; the trap-
door in all the sidewalks. Take what you want,
I'll never not tell, even when my tongue
makes way for the scissors of the empty air. Even
falling I'll still wear the story in red
letters on my shirt and everyone will know our real
name is fly-by-day, fly-by-night.
By Jean Gallagher, winner of the 2004 "Poets Out Loud" prize.
Published in "This Minute" (Fordham University Press 2005, ISBN 0-8232-2547-x).