to the calamity-howlers

when people

talk about the

damaged

pigeon (how

to heal, the

best recipe)

I long to crawl

on my belly

and rest

beside her

and the bowl

of seed.

peck and feed

as calamity-howlers

profess full

is the world.

no end to

disaster.

hand to wing

she and I. our

bodies stuffed

with organ

meat. we sit

and shit

the bad

luck out.

to lighten.

before we

fly away

from this state

of calamity.

and visit

the horses.