Roar Shock
Intending the flock
to be aimless and unarmed
De Miloed and defiled, unshorn and unbridled
Yet saddled
with unimagined ideas
Waiting inTechnicolor limbo
To be loosed
Upon an unsuspecting zeitgeist
They fill in the blank
stares to high heaven
Leading men nowhere, everywhere
Under where
the wild things ‘R’ us they
board the e pluribus to the unum of oneness
Disembarking
at a catatonic lawn jockey
Jazzbirds above
who happen to be black
Silently rebel without their caws
Never more
attentive to the poetry of their polemic
As either/orphans two abreast below
Do suckle
at whichever teat leaks first