Red pickup trucks run us down
a wake of buzzards pick over our corpse
even though we’re not dead yet
Discovered today that the collective noun for buzzards, specifically feeding buzzards, is a wake. I propose we also use that term for billionaires. For example, “The wake of billionaires at Trump’s inaugural…“
About Bartholomew Barker
Bartholomew Barker is an organizer of Living Poetry, a collection of poets in the Triangle region of North Carolina where he has hosted a monthly feedback workshop for more than decade. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he lives and writes poetry.
Bartholomew Barker, Poet 
Could it have been a Cybertruck?
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It sure could have!
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Your proposal seems fitting.
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Glad you agree. Let’s spread the word.
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Well that’s an unsettling image. Good poem. And I’m on board with the new vocabulary
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Thanks, JM! These are unsettling times. Hope you’ll use “a wake of billionaires” in a poem this week.
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Extremely prophetic and deeply troubling. Exquisite crafting Bartholomew! 🧐
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Thanks, Gypsie! I can’t claim prophecy since it’s happening before our eyes.
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Very true …. Hoping the red truck gets a flat!!! 😉
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Love this. Wake of billionaires sounds like straight truth to me.
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Thanks, Nicole! I think we have a consensus here.
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Works for me.
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Excellent. I hope you’ll include it in one of your own poems soon.
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