Do you hear gobbles from a haunted voice?
Feather cape, swan-like neck, on stage no more-
I, Sir Gerstle, gallant turkey, hero,
Swashbuckling star of street studded drama,
Deceased. Thespian whose sharp crimson beak
And golden feet, leaped, fencing and dashing,
Darting between moving cars, trucks, and bikes
Earning their wrath while I gave you a laugh,
Aviary Aristophanes –gone. ~excerpt from poem
"Sir Gerstle's Fowl Lament,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2010
, Article 8.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2010/iss1/8