Sitting Ducks

by Fern G. Z. Carr

Death is a carnival
shooting gallery —
a line of ducks blankly gliding by,
little tail feathers
curled upward, glazed eyes
focused ahead,
floating along
assembly–line style
one after another
along the pointed crests of
blue plastic waves

oblivious

caught in the cross–hairs
as someone points and shoots —
anybody’s guess
which duck will fall.