400 – The Gulls Are White Supremacists

Poem number 400
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The Gulls Are White Supremacists
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The gulls are white supremacists
A biker gang swarming in from an empty sky, a blizzard of noise.
The bread is gone. Obliterated before it even hits the water.
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The gulls are white supremacists
Shoulder barges and iron wings, war-cries and triumphant screams.
The ducks below. Cowering, awaiting food parcels under a Luftwaffe sky.
Snapping beaks at empty ripples.
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The gulls are white supremacists
Even the swans, playground bullies, now hide at the back of the dinner queue
Eyes lowered. Necks coiled and wings withdrawn to make a smaller target.
Cowed by boys from the year above.
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The gulls are white supremacists
The bread is theirs and theirs alone.
Squawking with disdain they vanish as quickly as they appeared.
The sky is silent once more save for fading, violent echoes.
And the ducks are still hungry.
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The gulls are white supremacists
But they’re not immune to poisoned bread, and now there comes the sound of distant splashes.
Aircraft ditching in the sea.
Tomorrow the ducks will feast.
And the swans.

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