as he walks into the station

a bird lands at his feet

"It is you", says he in fascination

to the creature white and sweet

"I remember you from long ago,

you were my friend as I recall

closer than the ones I know

a part of me, a part of all"

"We grew apart as time grew slow

I tired of our conversation

I ask you now, I'd like to know

your stance on life, my situation"

the bird watched him so silently

nodding, walking, as they do

regarding him, then finally

pecking wildly at his shoe

"you have never said a word

I tried and tried to force you to"

this did not seem to touch the bird

which flapped its wings with much ado

"I've heard them speak what you don't utter

believed the lies and sung the song

at times I felt I ran through butter

transforming so I may belong"

"but please just tell me one more lie

so I can see, so I don't die

I would prefer the shame and fear

to what I see and what I hear

prefer the terminus 'damnation'

to knowing there's no destination"

to his suprise thus spoke the dove:

"prepare yourself, receive my love"

the bird plucked from him, with full force

his eyes, his hands, his question's source

his lovely form, his gifted skin

gutted by its hatred for him

a train departs and wind blows through

white feathers soak in bloody goo

the people gather and they hiss

"peace is but another broken promise"

a man dies with 10 words to moan:

"i'm sorry lord, for building something on my own"

09.08.23