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