Like the Wheels of Birds

Half a life gone since,
And not a brief life,
The news is the same,

More or less, as same
As same is—a coup.
Troops in charge crack down

As crowds take the streets.
You talk as if you
Were the words, as if

You would soon fix things,
Could mean to fix you.
You spin like the wheels

Of days, clouds, and birds,
Like sparks from the wheels.
You’re all talk of change,

How to change the ways
Things spin, but the spin
Takes you down the road

And what goes are not
Those turns. So you’ll change
Things? With what? A coup?