Squawking Rock Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

Squawking Rock

Loose as a ripped
pig skin
over a drum
my reader's ears
flap
like an elephant
on a very hot day
shoveling
dirt over its body
with their trunk.

I think of taking
a photo
but realize
there's nothing new
in the Far West.

However, here I have
a swinging perch
but without
a talking
sound -activated parrot.

I think why not put
instead of a bird
a rock
and name it
Squaw Rock
in honor of the maidens
that jumped off it.

Ugh!