The Herons Have Gone
Maed Rill Monte
The cricket population in the paddies
have boomed. We didn't tax the herons.
Coming in, V-formation, white angel's
feathers, feeding all day and going back
together to a farther sanctuary of sunset.
But all away now, the fields left its bent
and lonely men, the industrialist's heavy
machinery grumbling in proximity with
millions of crickets joyously digging in
the mud. A ho-hum scenery. So much
music pollution, not one angel dancing.
Maed Rill Monte: "I'm a poet. I have poems published in Anti-Heroin Chic, Feral, and Trouvaille."