Loose Feathers at the Ends of Both Wings by JB Mulligan

Here is a fact.

Here is a custard.

The custard is yellow. Yellowish.

It has a skin, wobbly and soft,

the underbelly of an enemy.

Here is a spoon.

See how the logic

of the enemy's position

collapses due to the custard's

inherent weaknesses?

Yes you do.

The custard is yellow,

you have to see that.

And we have a spoon.

Yes, they have a spoon,

but we don't have a custard.

No we don't.

They are chewing on

their own damn lies.

Anyone who's loyal

knows that for a fact.

And all of this –

and nobody can

deny it – has

a political,

how shall I say it,

significance?

Surely you see that,

don't you?

Then you must like custard.

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JB Mulligan has published more than 1100 poems and stories in various magazines over the past 45 years, and has had two chapbooks: The Stations of the Cross and THIS WAY TO THE EGRESS, as well as 2 e-books: The City of Now and Then, and A Book of Psalms (a loose translation). He has appeared in more than a dozen anthologies, and was recently nominated for the Pushcart Prize anthology.