Someone killed a pigeon downtown
its blood shining bright
against the dull asphalt
and the city just
went about its business
as if we hadn't
bred them to be pretty
and turned them loose
and treated them like vermin
with iridescent wings
and fed them our garbage
and made them rely on us
even though we don't want them.
By the time the colors have faded
the bright blood and
the shine of the wings dulled
no one will think much about it
least of all
I assume
the driver who hit them and moved on
just another dead bird
but it is important
I think
to remember even these
unimportant things.
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