Starling Shout-Out
Drilling the mulch with its yellow
prod of a beak, gimme that, gotcha
punk with short-tailed swagger and swank
an iridescent sheen on basic black
unctuous oils spilling the spectrum
in the right light more, ever more, over
the whole continent from first clawhold
just another New York City migrant—
a murmuration as American as you are,
chump, & don’t you forget it,
anything can make a nest, even trash, omni-
vore and scavenger, take that! $@#%~!?$
POW! plus a knack for bone-grinding sounds,
such pops & scrunches from its
masticating noise-maw you’d think
you’d got a glimpse into the raw where
speech come from, as buzz-sounds
break it down to pips and quawks
the tags & undulineaments of
all that’s new
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The Neo Colossus
(aka Emma Lazarus’ Statue of Liberty Poem, Revised 2017- )
“Give me your privileged, not poor,
Your neoliberals yearning to invest,
Entrepreneurs stuffed with d’or galore:
For us, elite and Christian now are best,
I lift my lamp beside our gold-plate door!”
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