Snowbirds

grace
on wings of white and red
over a sea of bemused consumptive pleasures
 
in the hot breeze
punctuated by coconut and iconic cola
the gentle grace of snowbirds
soothe my berate mind
 
how unlike the Angels, Blue
brute force and phallic hints of blue-blood violence
to titillate the bloodthirsty stirrings
at the base of our brains
 
these soft snowbirds
to take weapons of war
and make something beautiful
      this is poetry
with jet fuel and aesthetic smoke
      to reign Beauty over violence
 
and all of the steel
the pseudo-bombs and exclamations for violence
the Pride of our Engagements
over Saddam's sorry desert
      none of these things prepared me
      for this gift I would snatch
      from the steel jaws
      (a gentle pearl,
 
here, in Abbotsford
on the hot tarmac
amid the implicit violence
and excited semi-hard cocks
      sniffing for the scent of blood
 
here in this place
a space where peace may fall
from the sky
 
over a sea of bemused consumptive pleasures
on wings of white and red
grace

Snowbirds