The Owl
By Ange Mlinko
The flight attendants
go
from kore to semaphore
as a city falls into
discredited ether—
Gewick, gewick, oo-oo!
Shoulderless
stoic, take—from hands wisely
gloved—
a bony treat
through the hardware
in your face;
shrug your throat.
Source: Poetry (September 2010)