Rescued Parrots Used in PTSD Therapy

Before Serenity Park these birds 
self-mutilated: featherpluck, bloodbeak, 
broken. Through the compound 
a veteran runs the damaged birds:
You’re flying! You’re flying! 
Though this lorikeet will never fly again, 
tangle of birdskin and buzzsaw, 
it flaps as if complicit in the ruse. 
A marine lines with battered birds 
his wheelchair. The tank gunner 
an expert on sunflower seeds given 
from lips to curving beaks. 
The parrots know who’s who and have 
their favorites. One loves a sailor. 


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