Snowbirds

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-smart-bombs and joy 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