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Spark-Eyed, a pantoum

SPARK-EYED

The birds are burning scarecrows.
The birds are making popcorn,
which they catch and eat, in flight.
They perch on licorice wires.

The birds are making popcorn.
They use their flame-thrower eyes.
They perch on licorice wires,
Mocking the blackened scarecrow.

They use their flame-thrower eyes
to signal the metal birds.
Mocking the blackened scarecrow.
He was once a flying man.

They signal the metal birds:
We are the jealous sky-gods.
He was once a flying man;
see how he meets the sky, now.

We are the jealous sky-gods.
We feed our young with black wires.
See how he meets the sky now,
my spark-eyed little darlings.

We feed our young with black wires.
The humans talk about it,
my spark-eyed little darlings.
Go, meet your congregations.

The humans talk about it,
into their empty tin cans.
Go, meet your congregations.
Make sure you take some popcorn.

Copyright 2010 Bruce V. Bracken

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