Monday, September 12, 2016

Lucy Alexander #12 Chooks

The medium flight
of the feathered bumble
egg machine
companion
in the light of
weed crop
you marched
the garden’s mulch,
fermenting
grub and grain
and green leaf into
squash dropping
the cloaca of your heart
a one way tunnel
into food to make fox fur
for a roadside verge
which will sprout
those luminous green
weeds you peck and peck
nothing comes to nothing
feathers are friends to the wind
and clucking dribbles
down the garden
announcing nest trouble
the thought of food
a thing to flap for.



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