Testo Pigeon

The brackish roots of river pine

Anchored in my curving spine

Bend to the whims of winds design

And I lay down at your side


Above the brine and the reeds of clay

A swollen angel oaks bouquet

In the red wing blackbirds eyes of grey

A saltwater tear resides



But the sand and the earthen parapet

Silts into this rivulet
The blood and the banks will soon forget

A single tear was cried



And in this (unknown)

The nectar and the petal plumes

The purple swallow now exhumed

From the river that has died



The crimson of rinoculous

Gardenia and dianthus

The bloodless ivory water-lotus

Sweetly opens wide



Oh Without a voice left to sing

With waterlogged and heavy wing

Peaceful eyes, unsuffering

A pigeon floats in the tide