Troubled Birds

Served notice by a signal wave

unheard, unfelt by humans,

the birds took flight en masse,

darkening the sky as in the Hitchcock

film, but evading, not attacking,

headed heavenward, not swooping

down, greening the radar screens,

even the flightless plastic flamingos

lifting beaks and wings, alert

to disturbing premonitions

of instability, and then the earth shook

with the shock of a forced injection,

the fissures of its aging dermis

burst to expel its essential spirit,

trembling, freeze-framing, rocking

back to nurse its wounds, and the birds

came down, but they will roost

uneasily tonight.

 

Copyright 2016

T. Allen Culpepper

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