The Mystery of Flight Re-imagined as a Legoland Bouncy Castle

this is the heron i pray for during
morning ablutions during
nocturnal humiliations
her hollow-boned mass
equals energy sleeping
between her wing and
the weed-pocked earth
her twin telescopes
scan for cracks where
life might hide—how
regal her updraft glide!
but king kong to iron
man isn’t progress
neither is raytheon’s
patented heat-seeking
missiles or communion
with grape juice. i
smashed the x-wing
fighter out of spite:
now it’s too late for
sorry and all the
furniture’s been
rearranged. st.
jude respond to
my text with the
winking emoticon.
if not for me, do
it for the heron.

Darrell Epp is the author of 3 poetry collections: Imaginary Maps, After Hours, and Sinners Dance. His next book, Mechanical Monkeys, will be published by Mosaic Press in 2020. He lives in Hamilton, Ontario.

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