BLACKBIRDS IN THE K-MART PARKING LOT
I’ve seen more lately. I imagine some
K-Mart shopper tossing nonchalantly
the plastic wrapper from a pack of menthols
into the air while walking
away from the automatic doors.
Before it reaches the ground
some chemical or biblical shift has occurred,
creating conglomerates of cells
for feathers, knobby legs & feet,
beady eyes & a voice like a car crash.
Once it touches down,
blows under a mini-van & a pick-up,
the miracle of life flexes inside of it
& suddenly there is the back-end
of the bird & one foot. The bird is huge
coming out of such a small
piece of plastic. Now the other foot,
the mid-section, neck & yes,
a mean-ass beak. The blackbird shines,
clean as black on white, pecks a couple
times at its old womb & flies off.
K-Mart shopper tossing nonchalantly
the plastic wrapper from a pack of menthols
into the air while walking
away from the automatic doors.
Before it reaches the ground
some chemical or biblical shift has occurred,
creating conglomerates of cells
for feathers, knobby legs & feet,
beady eyes & a voice like a car crash.
Once it touches down,
blows under a mini-van & a pick-up,
the miracle of life flexes inside of it
& suddenly there is the back-end
of the bird & one foot. The bird is huge
coming out of such a small
piece of plastic. Now the other foot,
the mid-section, neck & yes,
a mean-ass beak. The blackbird shines,
clean as black on white, pecks a couple
times at its old womb & flies off.






