The Scarlet Ibis, Section VII
Bird Once, I got lost, flew over that place, saw the tourists in their wrinkled pastels. The memorial between the barracks B The bronze barbed-wire figures twisted to torment, the wedged-shaped building, its barred entrance, the strip of marble extending through a hole in the roof, the menorah resting at the top. I felt weak and landed on it. No one could believe what they saw B me resting there B so they pretended not to see. (pause) I stood for much more than a moment, watched all those bare legs move from spot to spot, thought how much I needed to find a way back to my flock. Lady And you expect me to believe this? Bird As I do you (pause) and do not.
From The Scarlet Ibis by Susan Hahn. Copyright © 2007 by Susan Hahn. Published 2007 by Northwestern University Press. Used with permission..