Princesses at the Gates

O my starlings, my twittering little cabages,
With your complicated migratory patterns

And distinct viewpoints on the benefits
Of teleology over applied atmospheres

Over time. Who wouldst dare, nay dare
Think to scratch a name into the mahogany?

What the fuck were you thinking when
Those pellets pierced the muscle wall of

Your abdomen and other assorted sites.
Sure, official transcripts of sworn testimony

Of the happenings by relevant personnel
Tell us what tumbled from your lips,

Your wrists, your gut, and we can calculate
Entropic losses of energy, always remembering

That matter can be neither created or
Destroyed in this crazy crazy town. I know

You are dying for a banana right about now
Because I could see the future once upon a time.

THE END