Treasure Island

David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Riff on veeraiyah subbulakshmi’s Fine “Poem Eagle and Chick


Riff on veeraiyah subbulakshmi’s Fine “Poem Eagle and Chick.

It ill behooves me
In my parent/teaching
That I should swoop
With sharp beak screeching,

And snag you in
My outstretched talons
Then carry you
A gene born felon

And feed you to
My squawking chick,
Whose savagery
Must be learned quick;

The best learning prop
Is to eat you live
To fill their crop
While you’re still alive;

To pierce your stomach
With my reddened beak
With your cries intermingled
With their hungry peeps.

So that they may learn
In matters of survival
Viciousness
Has no rival

Submitted: Sunday, September 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 09, 2013

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