Electric Mr. Cohen
By Rollo Nye
an entire choir—drunkedly singing—on electrified wires
inebriated birds—warblers—wobbling—wretchedly
watching—humans covering their heads—respectfully
they lift lighter than air
then scatter—in directions—everywhere
like former lovers—carrying yesterday’s news—under flapping wings
away to dream of—insects, worms—and other such things.
Quite the visual.