Clusterflock

Beaks break open eggs In an alternate universe Where I am one of many selves And eggs grow stale on shelves Because no one eats birds And will not believe that bird eggs Laid by birds, do not contain birds. In an alternate universe I break open and all my secrets Fall out on the ground, and roll around And others gather around to pick them up And they find them all mixed in With my many ideas. People have many ideas In my alternate worlds And I am eventually consumed Just for the ideas I contain, Which are considered to be Of immense and practical value. Especially the idea That there could exist alternate universes. And when the people who ate me Open up their mouths to talk again, There is instead the sound of clucking- Which is quite shocking, in its way.