six and one I saw, doubtless
others were in the reeds
the seven sensed I was there, and made their
pyramid wakes on the pond’s surface
before taking flight to flee from me, a two-legged,
wingless, clumsy giant
what fat, finite clump of cells in a mallard’s mind
commanded webbed feet to stir, wings to flap?
somewhere, deep in pink folds in
their perfectly sculpted skulls
hides a memory of what we flat earth
walkers hath wrought
skewering them on crude sticks, roasting their flesh
on ancient, mystic pyres
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
six and one I saw, doubtless
others were in the reeds
the seven sensed I was there, and made their
pyramid wakes on the pond’s surface
before taking flight to flee from me, a two-legged,
wingless, clumsy giant
what fat, finite clump of cells in a mallard’s mind
commanded webbed feet to stir, wings to flap?
somewhere, deep in pink folds in
their perfectly sculpted skulls
hides a memory of what we flat earth
walkers hath wrought
skewering them on crude sticks, roasting their flesh
on ancient, mystic pyres
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