Gobble: a song of climate change
As I roll three buckets of waterin a wheelbarrow down the driveto water grass above a retaining wall,a wild turkey crosses in front of me,nervous, edible, a male, yo bro,we’re a team. The grass is dying, so am I,so’s the turkey, yo everything, we’re a team.There’s a drought, the sky is naked,everyone can see it not raining,how do you offer the sky a glass of water,a turkey a glass of Wild Turkey,how rude, yo bro, let’s get wasted,go team. I’m wondering if we’ve killed the sky.The grass says yes, turkey bro doesn’t know,the water table (and chairs) says duh,science—fun when it explodesand plays with nematodes—is getting stonedand nodding its head, yo facts and figuresand test tubes and interferometers, we’re a team.I’ve heard turkeys are stupidbut…
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The American Poetry Review (Digital) - 1 Issue, September/October 2020