Caged Bird

The first man to hold a bird in a cage
found himself that bird of rage.
I was a horrible child
smearing passion across a wild
landscape of lovers
playing second fiddle
to my true love,
the Sphinx’s riddle.
I wreaked havoc on church bells,
I railed against imaginary hells
and when my devils got to the top,
I found gods beneath my blonde mop.
All the demons I’d laid for
were just entrances to new doors.
Going in spirals, a staircase
and easy read across my face;
and urge to be
more than me:
A wild child of rage,
I’m glad I put that bird
in my cage.