Sometimes they bring in nestlings
With crops and sometimes lungs
That bulge with milk.
I rescued it. Their guileless smiles
are earnest as a dairy -
what can one do? Birds
are not mammals,
you can’t eat scrambled cow’s egg,
I don’t know how to tell you this.
In truth, you take the cooling naked scrap
and watch it vomit white, wait,
tuck it in a black sack.
And after all I’ve done for you
They gleam with milkfed teeth.
And if it lives: grow up
but not like that.
Pray keep your shoulders straight;
no need to flap;
Pray don’t make us
make more allowances;
Pray drink your milk
and fix those fragile bones.