Bread

I flung my body
Like bread to the ducks
Stale biscuit sweet
Hard.
Cruelly misbaked
to the wrong Baker.
Pecked at my dolly sized pieces -
‘Keep still’
Pretend not to feel the pain.
Repeat: ‘I am still bread’ ‘I am not dead’
But deep inside   
I felt the snaps
of beaks,
the disallusion of
winged hopes
flying me to new promised lands.
As I float
I tremor at
What lies beneath
the depth of the muddy [...]