Know the sparrow is your enemy:
you cannot prosper with his beak in your grain.
Rise up, raid nests, gather pots and pans,
ladles and spoons, clatter the branches bare.
Take aim with rifle and slingshot.
Drum at the rooftops until the weary
drop from the sky like rotten leaves.
Consider, as you leap forward,
if you’d rather eat parent or child.
Stop your ears to the song of locusts.