White-tailed Cockatoo Adjustment Villanelle
The prime
minister of Australia crawls on hands and knees
to the
president of the United States of America,
and the white-tailed
black cockatoos weep for lost nesting trees.
A ‘pure
titanium’ lump-of-coal-in-the-hand-lackey,
the prime
minister is serenaded along with mining billionaire fossickers,
the prime
minister of Australia crawls on hands and knees.
With a Gulf
war looming into coalitional collateral territory
the prime
minister extends his oily tongue — his own red carpet botanica —
and the
white-tailed black cockatoos weep for lost nesting trees.
It’s the
shop of Australia open for business bankrupting futurity
signed with
the tail feather of a cockatoo searching for a hollow,
the prime
minister of Australia crawls on hands and knees.
Here in the
far away but scramjet-satellite-closeness
of another ‘land of the free’,
the black
cockatoos circle the valley and try to adjust to the slaughter,
and the
white-tailed black cockatoos weep for lost nesting trees.
Balance of
trade is balance of flight is the feeding frenzy
where food
is wing and a prayer and the faith of an arms trader;
the prime
minister of Australia crawls on hands and knees
and the
white-tailed black cockatoos weep for lost nesting trees.
John Kinsella
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