Eyes in Times of War

Windows #3 I opened the windows and saw the giant flags black and red, they had covered the winds the tyranny of human symbols and arms had mangled the air and veiled the sky. Then I saw a bird, unspecific small bird blue with yellow tail and clipped wings tied to a flagpole with a tight metal string its beak bound by grey masking tape. It was too much for me, the oppression I threw myself out the window and then the bird caught the fire of my suicide and flames raged up the firm flagpole. And in the glory of freed wings one by one the flags of the prison caught fire and wind stormed again, sky was freed the bird flew up to join the mating flocks. I raised, shook off the blood and restarted the heart and approached to open another window.