Game of the Shadows

I’ve been
locked up
for all my life
by the moment
like
that boy
still immature
stood
covered up
and
took aim at
the birds
the same boy
of my childhood
that carried
killed birds
tied with
a rope hey!
unaware
I am still unaware
but
I tie up
the slim legs
of the nightingale
like strange keys
it keeps on
tearing off
my hands
and for
a long time
it is merged
with
my vocal cords.