Sparrows in my mind
Scratching for ort
Stirring a host
Crowding in my bowels
Have the fireflies flown?
From a grumbling cavern
They fly up to
My uptight gullet
Pushing up bile
Tamped down
By peristalsis
Aach, what a sting!
But, I wanted to sing
Eddie Roa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/but-i-wanted-to-sing/
