A woodpecker is a mighty bird,
of beak that does not splinter,
of neck that does not strain
as she makes her forest rounds
to jackhammer neath ancient bark
for grub to eat and ants to slaughter.
I think it superior to be a woodpecker than a woman,
for we are only with our tongues impeccable groomers.
In all else we are more like woody flowers to which men
come to feast and bother, not with the clear intentions
of noble carpenters. Therefore, de plume them all
and serve them on silver platters.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
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