Friday, October 11, 2013

untitled pigeon poem

sad little pigeon
sad little deformed pigeon
sad little footless stump
in your little grey overcoat
hobbling aimlessly
pecking at dirt.

sad little wart
that headbutts the ground
forever chased
by giant children
who do not know your stupid pain.

in the rain
the world dribbles on you
from a broken throat
comes a sad, little, melancholy coo.

sad little threadbare wings
thick with soot
and city death.

you common little dreg
hopping on one leg.

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