What the hell
Happened here
It would think
If it was capable
Of thought
As it wandered
Around in circles
Its head
Nodding in step
To its feet
Which was the way
It had always
Been
But something was different
And not just
The pain
In its head
And the blood
On its feathers
It had come
Out of nowhere
The vicious attack
For apparently no
Reason
Or none that it
Could remember
Through the fire
That filled
Most of the space
In its mostly
Empty
head
And now
Half of its
World
Was filled with
Darkness
And maybe that's
Why it
Walked
Around in circles
And it seemed
At least momentarily
It had forgotten
How to fly
There didn't seem
Much point
To anything
And it couldn't reach
Its wing
To the hole
Where its
Beady eye
Had been
To rub at
The suffering
And just maybe
That was the
Thing
For however much
You rub
It never goes away
Whether or not
You can see
Doesn't matter
Anyway
So
It hid by the bins
And picked at
An apple
And waited
To die
Flying away
Was no longer
An option
And the children
Pointed
At the bird
With one eye
That couldn't fly
And crowded round
And shouted out
Its flaws
As if
No one else
Could see
And not one
Of them
Tried to help
And isn't that
A telling thing
About
People
And the world
In general