White Crow. by Carol Argyris
Peck at the deviant bird.
Destroy the aberration.
Tear out its feathers. Pierce its flesh.
Make its blood flow.
(Its blood is as red as our own, but do not notice that.)
Herald of the Apocalypse.
Portent.
To be followed by two-headed calves,
plagues,
and a sudden downpour of bufonidae.
The very antithesis of apple pie.
Of comforting homogeneity.
So peck at the deviant bird.
Destroy the aberration.
Carol Argyris lives in the north of Scotland. Since Spring 2013 she has had poems published in ‘Weyfarer’ ‘Dawntreader’ & (to come) ‘Sarasvati.’ Also in the Essex anthology: ‘From the Saltings to the Sea.’ She is fired by folk tales, legends, and people’s lives.
Peck at the deviant bird.
Destroy the aberration.
Tear out its feathers. Pierce its flesh.
Make its blood flow.
(Its blood is as red as our own, but do not notice that.)
Herald of the Apocalypse.
Portent.
To be followed by two-headed calves,
plagues,
and a sudden downpour of bufonidae.
The very antithesis of apple pie.
Of comforting homogeneity.
So peck at the deviant bird.
Destroy the aberration.
Carol Argyris lives in the north of Scotland. Since Spring 2013 she has had poems published in ‘Weyfarer’ ‘Dawntreader’ & (to come) ‘Sarasvati.’ Also in the Essex anthology: ‘From the Saltings to the Sea.’ She is fired by folk tales, legends, and people’s lives.
