John Weber - Cacophony

Pinning chests like puffins to project
            fuzzy assertion,
            huddled, brave foragers
chase the crumbs along the
            stained ground,

flapping feathers of civility during
            auspicious climbs and
            daft plummets, swooping in
massive waves of perplexed flesh
            until frenzied,

shifting and undulating in rage like a
            storm of hungry nerves
            all darting with beaks coiled
in panicked alarm: no longer just a
            severe warning.

John Weber

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