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Feathered philosopher

Image credit: Tristan Ferne

Philosophising woodpigeon
poses existential questions
each and every morning, without …
fail:

Who do-you think you-are?
Who do-you think you-are?
Who do-you think you-are?
Who?

My very sense of selfhood’s
undercut repeatedly,
I really doubt I ever …
knew.

Before I make my own quietus
feathered Plato shifts next door,
interrogates our neighbours …
who

will too, in their turn, have
identities belittled by
his nauseating bill and …
coo:

Who do-you think you-are?
Who do-you think you-are?
Who do-you think you-are?
Who?

Drone

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My cat Florrie was flattened by a lorry.
My old pa was run over by a car.

My mate Mike met quietus with a bike.
My pal Ron fought a red pantechnicon.

Poor old Sue claimed that nothing ever stopped her — until, one day, she took on a helicopter.

Now I’m all alone …

Do I really hear a drone?


Inspired by this post from Colin McQueen

Crit

Armed with the fabled fine-toothed comb, thinking verse should work well as a prose poem, I offer this crit as a well-meaning skit if it’s sure to convince all and hit home: write all serious verse out in long form if you want to weather the shit storm which goad online trolls; make them score only own-goals by asserting that stanza’s the norm.