ANGER

I found him 
in the tundra
in a tiny bird cage, 
emaciated,
wizen and shivering.
He was young
and very old,
and afraid.

This was my anger.

An outcast 
in an Arctic outpost
holding down the fort,
waiting for his 
orders to come 
over the "wire."

If only I could
ignite his fire
maybe then
he would melt
the bars of the cage,
fly free and sing
his song of love,
like he was always
meant to do.