The Birds in Jersey

The monotonous gray monoliths and miles of jersey wall
Are somehow comforting
The black asphalt
Soft
Like it bends to embrace me
The sky is beautiful and they say it is all from pollution
But the birds are still speeding through the poisonous haze
And they seem just fine

The water is bad
And you can’t eat the snow
And there are millions of people dying of starvation
Homeless
Lost
Drugged up to get by
And the pain is unreal
Inflicted and received

The birds are not aware
They are still speeding
The bigger ones screech and the little ones gang up to push them away
The black ones steal babies from the nests
And the mother birds shriek for hours