Head open up like a clam
A huge beam of light
coming out the top
Sick pigeon on the loading dock.
I want to help
but I fear disease
I stop blaming nature
For cruelty
I stand still
Watch real close
I feel the flock mourning
The flock is patient
When it’s safe
Living from one peck on the head
To the next
Life by a thousands pebbles in the gut
Surviving between mating calls
Prolonging the dance
Mother mountain climber
Lordess of the dance class
The crunch of breakfast
Is the tap of your toe
The pack devours you
Insert the message
Bring us food
Bring us food
Empanada sentences
The truth inside words
Schwervon! 