Sunday, April 16, 2017

Poem for Easter

They don’t sing for us
   they sing to mark their territory
   and attract a mate
   as nestlings screech
    I’m hungry! I’m hungry!

Out on a branch
   warbling full-throated
   in his ancestral key
   he could care less that
   we’re listening

But allow me to say thank you
   tiny virtuoso
   beyond price the ticket
   to such a glorious concert

Sunday, April 9, 2017


We write letters to our representatives
  and we post to Facebook
we're righteously indignant
  we know who to blame
expressing our outrage
   denouncing like Jeremiah
shedding warm tears
   while wringing our hands
then we sit down to dinner
    as they keep dying