Share33 https://www.terrain.org/mp3/2021/may/Jean-Peacocks.mp3 We don’t know who killed the peacocks in Palos Verdes. We don’t know who garroted, who poisoned with Windex, who sped up & ran down the blue-eyed feathers. Who pellet shot, carbine shot, sling shot, bow & arrowed, bludgeoned bloody all those things. Who twisted & snapped. We love the peacocks in Palos Verdes. Except when we hate their mating screech all summer, their omelet-sized shit & gang of males as tall as tall children slow strutting mid-street—everyday. Everyday their beak marks edging flora for miles, their face-off assaults against their own reflections. We know one of us hates beauty, bigger than a bee. I bet we shuffle up the slopes of Palos Verdes with the guy whose aim is true. Oh! The poor, poor peafowl! Over 50 plus (as of writing) feather folk are gone. Who didn’t ask to be here. To be a symbol of a prior swindle. To be a flying flower adorning the borders of someone’s property. To be strangers to nature. But—that’s who we are, right? We bring things home. We move them around town. We obliterate the fab. Jennifer Jean’s collections include Object Lesson (Lily Books) and The Fool (Big Table). She’s also released the resource book Object Lesson: A Guide to Writing Poetry (Lily Books). Her poems and co-translations appear in Poetry, Waxwing, Rattle, Crab Creek, DMQ, On the Seawall, Salamander, The Common, and more. She’s the translations editor at Talking Writing, a consulting editor at the Kenyon Review, a co-translator of Arabic poetry and organizer for the Her Story Is collective, and the new manager of the 24PearlStreet Online Writing Program. Header image by MAIBYWAY, courtesy Shutterstock. Photo of Jennifer Jean by Masao Okano.