Geese - Dustin Vado

Last stop
On the edge of the swamp,
Geese are landing
To a fake German Symphony.

They traded their histories
In far east homes
For the land of beautiful horses
And the sound of strings.

They don’t laugh
When the lyrics are translated:
“God practiced on the rest of the world,
And then he made Kentucky.”

The humor soars
Above like the clouds
And blue swaddling
Life as it is understood.

They have each other -
Without loneliness pecking
With crows and pigeons
In the last empty field.

Surrounded by towering
Progress, they scavenge
For their piece
Of the faux German Symphony
That they didn’t find funny
While their landing
Is eyed by developers
Who call the feathers a nuisance.

Flight makes geese survivors -
They can always avoid
An angry commuter swerving
Through their chow line

By reaching higher
For a translation that escapes them.