Sonnet from the Porch de Guise

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All These Dead Blackbirds... and Whitey's on the Moon
A thousand blackbirds dead in Beebe, Arkansas!
In seconds flat McCartney rings up Charles Manson,
Lone canny exegete of the epistles of Saint Paul
The Arguably Younger. ("A bunch of dead birds dancin',"
Was all that Davy Jones had made of The White Album.)
But Charlie knows his scripture: he alone has seen
Its rich symbology, a curious amalgam
Of Babylon, Phoenicia, and Dopamine.
Thereto Sir Paul applies on New Year's Eve in Beebe
When blackbirds take their broken wings and learn to die.
Charlie as surely knows just what the prophecy be
As 'twere Belshazzar's feast: he trains his sunken eye
Upon the county's name wherein this avian plight,
This helter-skelter, came down fast. Sho' 'nuf: It's 'White'.



BTW, the red-winged blackbird is Agelaius phoenicius. Paul McCartney is Angelaius lansburius. Coincidence?