are you sitting comfortably? then we'll begin...

no ceremony surrounds death among pigeons

the remains of life's feast lie on the floor

a place to come to die

there will be no resurrection

other, flightless, beings have gnawed at the cold heart

do you hunger?

it's odd that the rats don't feast here more often

a wasted banquet

a cornucopia of decay

the beating wings of the living fill the air with noise

the fallen ones rot

here life and death intermingle

it's like a flower

pigeonkind is unknowing

without fear

of ravenous beings

outside the dance of life wheels through the sky