The grain inspector said
wipe them out, pigeons
perched on the trusses
in barns as long as
I remember, belching
white blobs of slop,
they bombed the underworld.
On a kind man’s knee
I learned they landed
on saints who accepted
this return of their roots.
wipe them out, pigeons
perched on the trusses
in barns as long as
I remember, belching
white blobs of slop,
they bombed the underworld.
On a kind man’s knee
I learned they landed
on saints who accepted
this return of their roots.