The NS Poem: Mechanical birds

My garden is full of mechanical birds they flutter freely build real nests, splatter synthetic shit with abandon. The feathers are painted by gifted interns paid nothing but allowed to hold a bird once a week. I track the flock on my phone until tapping the screen brings them back to my shed where I pull apart wires, break fragile necks, watch the light fade, then in the morning solder the world together again. John Porter is a poet based in Gloucestershire. His work has appeared in publications including "The Stinging Fly", "Prole" and "Strix".