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Two dead pigeons in the abatjour
The confirmation of their mortality sharing
vis-a-vis. Breathless, still and eerie, bodies all intact
as if their death was merely a camouflage
or they'd been planted there just to disturb the sleepless
I watched their bodies decomposing once a week
When I was popping downstairs to get my laundry,
a lapful of creaseless spring, despite the cheap appliances.
Each time I discovered a smaller amount of flesh, but the significance
of the event was no less telling.
The other pigeons, still alive, were landing