Song of the Geese

They sang radio waves
a chorus concurrent
talking sky river

At night they continued
gleaming monologic
radio and stereo
trumpet tail space

By morning it stank
video atomic vomit
rotting radio-liloquoy
gusting disgusting

It's been a while since then, and the geese have come back.
Smaller and not as noticeable.
Silver steel mandible
hollow horn handle
copper creel cribable

Tim Hodkinson

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