THEM by Eric Karin Carpenter

I sing the bird
Electric I like them—
They do not sing
To me
Little birds made
Of ticky-tacky like
A landfill of scantrons
A bird and a woman and
A scarlet pimpernell
Are one—Though
I could not stop for
The wild wild laugther
Of the poet—Who
Is a loon
Not a feather
I fluttered