The 28 wings still lie scattered
on the tiled floor
Wait, there's 29 - and there - that's 30.
I know because I counted
twice and thrice just to be sure.
They're tiny, these small long wings
Yellowish and frail
and newly disjointed from
tiny bodies of lost souls.
Funny, that disjointedness.
Once, one entity,
now, who knows?
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