Smoketown Pigeons
- Early in the morning,
- Smoketown sleeps at last!
- But the pigeons from their eyrie
- Come and go seeking their repast.
- From their Hilltop keep.
- They stand watch in their tower
- All the town do they see.
- But the only thing on their little minds
- Is where their next meal may be.
- The Tower is their fortress
- Its bell is painted white
- In flocks they come and go.
- Dancing in the air!
Note: Had to share this before I forgot it!
Pirates Bones
- The pirates will come and go
- Leaving whale bones mouldering on the beach
- With bones of ships & men
- Their treasure is an illusion
- Vanishing in black smoke
- Only trinkets of idle scrimshaw
- To tell the tale of men and sail.
- Treasure Gone!
- They hunted beheameth to near extinction
- Then dug the soil seeking His remains
- Reveling in gushing poison
- Building empires built on oil!
- In the ancient game of piracy
- The captain's crew comes to town
- Promising ease and riches
- Spreading paper all around!
- Their promises are lies
- And those who see their invisible cloth
- Find a knife in an alley way.
- While the glamoured masses scoff
- "It can't be other than a new great day!"
- But their promises are hollow
- Their king a glibe practiced grifter
- Soon they've robbed the town naked
- And depart, seeking riches swifter!
- Dead men tell a mournful tale
- Broken bones, evidence of disease.
- Nature recovers but remembers
- The land mourns lost virginity.
- Rachel weeps.
- And animals make their homes
- In the ruined bones
- castles of extraction
- Become pigeon eyres.
- Smoketown sleeps
- Dreaming disturbing nightmares.
I had two different thoughts here that kind of meshed in a fugue of analogy. One was from watching the pigeons in my local Church. The other is the pressing weight of our American History.
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