Hard to imagine getting

anywhere near another semi-

nude encounter down this concrete

slab of interstate, the two of us

all thumbs-

 

white-throated swifts mating mid-flight

instead of buckets of

crispy wings thrown down

hoi polloi-

an army of mouths

 

eager to feed

left without any lasting sustenance.

Best get down on all fours.

Ease our noses past

rear-end collisions wrapped around

 

guardrails shaking loose their bolts

while unseen choirs jacked on

airwaves go on preaching

loud and clear to every

last pair of unrepentant ears-