Pigeons shouldn't cackle at me, that's a job for the crow.

radiant, golden feathers they,
draw me in,
caress my skin,
tell me it's going to be okay...

sparkling eyes
devoured what they saw
spit it back into the sky
when they realized it was raw

if the sea can take it's shells back
and crumble them to dust,
I should be able too...
could be able to...