5,000 BLACKBIRDS DEAD, FALL FROM SKY IN BEEBE, AR                                  When they fell they said            it was a dark shower, wings                                  motionless (some still outstretched), black bullets plunking                         roofs and dogs hurrying to mouth              them up, and I wonder if they thought, is this it, what collective                        feeling they had, if the air              was electric the exact moment the suck                         of life, the moment five thousand hearts              expanding four hundred times a minute suddenly, now, don't. Brett Elizabeth Jenkins