Clusterflock Poem by Patti Masterman

Beaks break open eggs
In an alternate universe
Where I am one of many selves
And eggs grow stale on shelves
Because no one eats birds
And will not believe that bird eggs
Laid by birds, do not contain birds.

In an alternate universe
I break open and all my secrets
Fall out on the ground, and roll around
And others gather around to pick them up
And they find them all mixed in
With my many ideas.

People have many ideas
In my alternate worlds
And I am eventually consumed
Just for the ideas I contain,
Which are considered to be
Of immense and practical value.

Especially the idea
That there could exist alternate universes.

And when the people who ate me
Open up their mouths to talk again,
There is instead the sound of clucking-
Which is quite shocking, in its way.