Beaks

by Christos Polydorou

Twas a
smorgasboard fit
for the lords
stretched on
golden boards
unavailable
to the great unwashed
hoards. They
sat on
the blunt sides
of their swords
as they ate the last
edible mammal of the
kingdom, not to
mention their own
words. What now?
ask the lords:
Are we supposed
to eat birds?

That would be
absurd.
Β Their appetiser starter
soups were served
in gourds.

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