
“My Abstract Floral Landscape” by Linda Monfort
they present
bouquets of bullets
to credulous quail
whose darting beaks
peck at pick up and pull down
insufferable insects and grinding gastroliths
from shallow mud puddled by shallower promises
never quite finding their gizzard’s desire
delectable larvae of inchoate truth
while politics’ counterfeit blossoms
discharge all their secret ballistic fury
on waddling unwary duped columns
explosions of plumage snowflake the air
some settle in improper diadem
on the worried white brow
of a passing old bald
mournful
eagle
(originally posted April 2013)