PASSERINE TALK

PASSERINE TALK

A Poem by Dryford Chimutu
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A poem about the work of critics and their mandate.

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They stretch their wing so silkily
With which they soar so high
And dive like they so wished
By humans, their drive is neither cracked
Nor is their exact idea hugely famed
Yet their lingo is always heard:
The passerine talk that won’t halt. 

In their patois when perched
With a vogue akin to an x-ray clout
They peek through our sullied will
Whence they ogle and filch the goings-on,
About whose matter they sing all day long 
Deploring with their entire valor:
The passerine talk that, certainly, faults us.

In, perhaps, cosmic pursuit for verity
And in a perfect songbird empathy
They tip off to pursue to moralize all
While toning acuity to realism
In a bid that spots us suaver than less
At best using their immutable endeavors:
The passerine talk that knows no vanity.

Yet in ignorance, we oft stray more than we follow
For seafaring the deaf-ear over the measly whistling
The fizzling that oozes from the fat bill of the feral orator;
From a critic that employs neither reed nor ink to etch’
The one who surfs the Web, aloft like the albatross
To flaunt the avian knack; to view near and afar:
The passerine talk that is fated to spare none.

© 2024 Dryford Chimutu


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Added on June 14, 2021
Last Updated on January 12, 2024