Strange Bird
  
   “I’m here to shoot black people.”
                               —Dylann Roof
  
A lost bird
sat perched
on barbed wire.
Contemplating
his surroundings,
he stared
at a church
in the distance.
 
The bird,
hiding under
his feathers,
flew inside
the church.
He limped
around
and found
a Bible
room.
The bird
found
and sat
at a table
of twelve.
  
He sat there,
but the church
did not sing
his song.
He sat there,
but the church
did not resemble
his likeness.
      
He sat there
in a giant
white church
as a white
lonely bird,
feeling unsafe,
wrapped
in his white
ruffled feathers
and hissed,
“I am
here to shoot
black birds.”