On Easter Sunday

by Maggie Babb

we bomb
them Monday
after Monday
fledglings stagger
bodies flounder
laser guided
hawks dive
we bomb them Friday
into Friday tiny
red bursting maple
buds obscure bobbing
tiny rafts rise
and fall drowning
sanctified we bomb
them Wednesday to
Wednesday
precision guided
honeybees cover
golden dandelions
fleeing bloodshed
with their thrumming
easy prey small
circular error probable
satellite guided smart
seeds breach erupt
swell corpses pile
we bomb
them Thursday
intoThursday sensitive
urban zones open mouthed
exclusive robins seek
munition worms
we bomb them
skunk cabbage unfurls
inverse cube law
reveals tender tendrils
purple green
coils
of despair

Maggie Babb is a working poet and prose writer with an interest in Investigative and Documentary Poetics. She is a member of the Hollowdeck Writers Guild in Maryland, USA. She lives with her African Grey parrot and German Shepherd.