Brood Parasite
Or, How Do Cowbirds?
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Mr. Trump,
once you have pushed everyone
else
from
away
the nest:
How will you know your family?
Will you see your country from a-way up there?
— — —
How do cowbirds know
what — a cute girl bird a handsome boy bird— a mate
looks like? How do they know
what to sing? How do they find
their flock?
— — —
Did you ever know who we were?
Did you ever know our songs?
Do you know? … we raised you up.
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To a bird
A nest is a womb.
What comes from it is family
Forever.
When I was six my Gramma
Gave me a set of books about the Presidents:
Kennedy, the Roosevelts, Lincoln, Taft,
Jefferson;
She told me I could be President when I grew up,
And I believed her.
I’m pretty sure
We’re living in a different nest, now,
Or came from one, anyway.
I don’t want my kids growing up
To be that.
Not that.
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Are you as abandoned as you appear, Mr. Trump?
Have you lost your true people?
How will you know?
If it is by your colors
their colors
I hope we never find them.
