Give them your hollow bones when they ask
Draw them out from between muscles and nerves
Let them suck and drain the marrow just to fill your bones up with cement
And whittle you down to a number on a scale
Heavy with gravely concrete
Let them clip the primary feathers on your wings
Tear and pluck at your functionality
Plumage scattered on the ground to keep you sitting pretty,
Flightless on the ground
Give them your hollow bones when they ask
It’s easier to pretend you have no choice
It gives you an excuse for why you do not fly away