For the Birds - Edit 1

[Wjames]

Edit 1:

The park is an intrinsic stage,
the birds all twirl and land on wire
like circus freaks who risk their limbs
for joy and art and little grubs.

They don't eat much these days, the worms
have all dried up like old steel town
fountains, withered to husked ruins.

It's common courtesy to pay
in seeds, you leave some grain and take
the awe that lifts you through a day
of fluorescent repetition.

Original:

The city park is more than hype,
the birds all twirl and land on wire
like circus freaks who risk their limbs
for joy and art and dollar bills.

They don't make much these days, the worms
have all dried up like old steel towns
with empty roads as parched and dead
as sterile operation rooms.

It's common courtesy to pay
in seeds, you leave some grain and take
the awe that lifts you through a day
of fluorescent repetition.