you appear on the air’s first hot blast

an anomaly among regular cut-outs of blue

with your call of car gears not meshing

your grating sense of entitlement, your list

 

of what you have the right to destroy.

brood parasite, you cuckold the future, fly

like a heat-seeking missile across the sun

targeting birds with the fiercest

 

belief in their rights. the gullible

noisy miners flock to you, convinced

by your rhetoric. their attention diverted

your mate lays a time-bomb.

 

your chicks inflict a regime where bullies

prosper. when i find a small unfledged body

tossed from its defenceless nest i hear

a metal heart dragging on gravel.

 

your flight through everyday geometries

of rooftops, tv aerials, norfolk island pines

and the curved horizon of the sea, skews

our kilter. your voice cants this world.