In high heels she perches---stick-legged
small-headed, but big-breasted.
She prattles & whistles & tweets
her swan like neck practices seductive circles.
But her sunglasses reflect only hawk-hungers.
Under the spell of some ancient passion
her companion gazes at her flutter of feathers
and is hypnotized by their sexuality.
He reposes in masculine taciturn silence.
As if to complete the metaphor
her eyes---bright & beady---fix on this
companion. She considers size & suitability.
Her curved antediluvian head
suddenly tilts & bobs forward,
she impales her polished beak into
the soft underbelly of the man’s throat.
The luncheon-groom begins to choke.
He struggles haplessly---there is blood splatter.
Before his eyes film over
he is able to see her for the first time—
her iridescent inky plumes ripple & glisten,
as she munches happily on his flesh.
She eats his tongue. He stares in disbelief.
Cocking her head---she deliberately pecks out
both eye balls---she wipes her beak clean.
In the dark the groom feels a first inquisitive pecking,
then a tearing at his testicles---then the last of his blood
gushing between his legs. As consciousness becomes
a tiny speck of light—he hears a low gurgling sound
in his head. Just before the light came to the finest point
and went out---he realized he was trying to scream.