Taking the Birds Apart
I find one, languid on the sidewalk,
languishing in the hearts
minds
Eyes
consciences
consciousnesses
of
Us,
The
Real
Machines.
But of course it’s dead.
Who would presume
with a knowing Eye
that its battery
would
last
longer
than
An
Intake
Of
Air
Needed
For
Sustenance?
But of course it’s not real.
Who would assume
with a knowing Eye
that when I try
to screw its head off
my hands
get
Patterly
Spattered
With
Red
Stripes
On
White?
But of course.
Mr. President put it there
as a trap
a bait
a birdfeeder.
An Intake Of Air Needed For Sustenance.
A Patterly Spatter Of Red Stripes On White.
But of course not.
Off comes the head,
out go the eyes,
surveillance cameras
monitoring the flick of my fingers,
the expert pinch of pointer and thumb
which flattens the bird-brain,
that repository of reposing knowledge
for reposing Presidents,
Intaking Air Needed For Sustenance,
languishing on couches
Patterly Spattered With Red Stripes On White.
Copyright © Carolyn Dewey | Year Posted 2020
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