Jabberjay Term Analysis

Human speech had vanished, and what remained was a musical chorus of Arlo and Lil’s exchange.

“Mockingjays,” grumbled a soldier in front of him. “Stinking mutts.”

Coriolanus remembered talking to Lucy Gray before the interview.

“Well, you know what they say. The show’s not over until the mockingjay sings.”

“The mockingjay? Really, I think you’re just making these things up.”

“Not that one. A mockingjay’s a bona fide bird.”

“And it sings in your show?”

“Not my show, sweetheart. Yours. The Capitol’s anyway.”

This must be what she’d meant. The Capitol’s show was the hanging. The mockingjay was some sort of bona fide bird. […] Coriolanus felt sure he’d spotted his first mockingjay, and he disliked the thing on sight.

Many fluttered into the sky, but the song had spread, and the woods were alive with it. “Lucy Gray! Lucy Gray!” Furious, he turned this way and that and finally blasted the woods in a full circle, going around and around until his bullets were spent. He collapsed on the ground, dizzy and nauseous, as the woods exploded, every bird of every kind screaming its head off while the mockingjays continued their rendition of “The Hanging Tree.” Nature gone mad. Genes gone bad. Chaos.