Dressed

in my brick
dress,
accessorized
with extra
mortar,

I am ready.

The stone
eagle perched
atop this
building
indiscreetly
drops a
feather—

show just
one
and the other
birds
come flocking,

relentless
as a
rapist's hands,

pecking—
plucking—

until they
break their
beaks
on something
harder—

The way of
things
in these
aviaries.