By J.J. Tindall
Buzz
Like steel tadpoles
held aloft by buzzsaws,
two choppers converge
south of Union Station.
Buzzsaws drone, the wind
batoning crescendo
and diminuendo.
Like burnished buzzards
circling a ravaged gazelle,
drones of the kinetic gazette
hover, and arrest the gaze.
As to a Texas Ranger
tracking Comanche, following the vultures,
the louche allure
of violent tragedy
beckons.
Gaze arrested, gush
of fear and fascination.
Gazelle on the Savannah,
decimated by thirst,
stumble upon the only oasis . . .
where the giant crocs lurk.
Surely death has come
to another
and I, the hunted,
must know.
–
J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
–
More Tindall:
* Chicagoetry: The Book
* Ready To Rock: The Music
* Kindled Tindall: The Novel
Posted on June 21, 2011