Thomas Disch's LJ (RSS Feed)
03-26-2008, 04:38 PM
for my nephew Dan
I will tell you something,
my fine-feathered friend:
those birds you think are your adoring throng
don't know that you exist. Men with guns
have hypnotized them so they can't quack,
they can't dive, they can't fly.
They have to act like they're in love with you,
and that's all they can do.
They might as well be made of wood.
They are enchanted, and while you
are showing them your tail-feathers,
those men with their guns are taking aim.
And those dames--do you think they give a damn?
When you are shot, they won't even turn around
to watch you bleed.
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I will tell you something,
my fine-feathered friend:
those birds you think are your adoring throng
don't know that you exist. Men with guns
have hypnotized them so they can't quack,
they can't dive, they can't fly.
They have to act like they're in love with you,
and that's all they can do.
They might as well be made of wood.
They are enchanted, and while you
are showing them your tail-feathers,
those men with their guns are taking aim.
And those dames--do you think they give a damn?
When you are shot, they won't even turn around
to watch you bleed.
(Original Post) (http://tomsdisch.livejournal.com/184468.html)