They descend upon the world like the first snow-
Unseeing, unseen. There is a sigh and all begins anew.
The tears of the new moon, the sun's first pale rays, unprofaned, snatched up by crooked, spitefully gnarled hands.
We feed them our lies with a spoon, expose them to our uglinesses. Corrupt their purity with our humanity-
One by one the ivory feathers tumble, tattered from reality's unrelenting jaws.
Suddenly, they are gone. In their stead are empty vessels, doomed never to fly again.