Blackbird maestro,
song so various-complex,
billing infrequently, yet
tickled and grieved, I hear
three waves of ambulance siren
loud in the mix.
.
This winter's crisis, A and E,
twice as many sirens
whooped on their runnelled way,
.
so jarring, everyday
trauma out back of us
this blackbird captured. He
.
is a-political. Yet keep off
Tory guns to silence him.
.
Through all pontifications -
fat- finger-wagging reign
they'd always let a little guy
slide down the drain.
..........................
YOU ARE READING
Compass
PoetryYou know as much as I do about this one. And there are no similar stories!
